Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Wolves Of War

We ducked against the pillars, trying to hide from the shower of bullets that hurtled towards us. My eyes widened as a hunter strode towards Scott and I, aiming his gun right at us. I closed my eyes, knowing that there was no chance we'd get out of this. There was a screech of tires and a thud as a body hit the ground.

Stile grinned at us from the jeep, "Didn't think you're doing this without me, did you?"

"Without us?" Derek corrected.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched Derek leap out of the car and attack two hunters.

I raced out from behind the pillar, grabbing a hunter from behind and shoving him to the ground. He snarled at me, aiming his gun at my neck. I quickly pushed it aside before he could fire and slammed his head against the ground.

"Duck!" Derek yelled from behind me. I did as I was told, narrowly missing several bullets as they whistled overhead. There was a grunt and a thud as the hunter behind me received a punch to his jaw. He fell down, struggling against the Omega who stood over him.

I winced as a bullet grazed my arm, turning to see the man stood behind me. He stared at me in terror as I flashed my steely blue eyes and stormed towards him. The man managed to dodge the first blow, landing a punch on my stomach. I doubled over, trying to catch my breath as I kicked his legs from under him, he hit his head on the way down, lying motionless underneath me.

We watched as the rest of the hunters ran to their cars, quickly driving away and leaving their fallen comrades behind.

My eyes widened and I span around, "Where's Stiles?"

I raced up to the boy who was stood next to Lydia, pulling him into a tight hug. He huffed, "Can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this. Not a word, not a single word!"

"We had reasons, really good reasons"

We walked over to Scott, my face falling when I saw him crouched next to Deucalion. The man's chest was bleeding profusely and his lips were stained crimson. He gripped onto Scott's hand, "Gerard... what he fears most... he can't beat you," he chuckled lightly as he looked up at the boy, "And he knows it"

His smile quickly disappeared as he looked up at me, "Your mother... I'm sorry"

I nodded slowly and whispered the three words that I never thought I'd say to him, "I forgive you"

His gaze became blank and his hand slipped out of Scott's as he lowered his head. Stiles pulled me closer, holding me tightly as I stared at Deucalion's body. I had resented him for so long and he had done terrible things, but everyone is capable of forgiveness.

I felt a hand squeeze mine, looking up at Derek with a sad smile. "It's really started, hasn't it?" Malia sighed.

Stiles frowned, "What's started?"

Scott gently closed Deucalion's eyes before turning to face us all, "It's an all-out war"

Derek pulled the boy into a hug, gently patting his back. Peter rolled his eyes, "As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?"

My uncle moved away from Scott, folding his arms, "I found a pack slaughtered in Brazil. There were two words written in blood on a wall, 'Beacon Hills ' "

"You came back for Beacon Hills?" Scott asked, glancing back at Deucalion.

"No. Came back for you"

The radio in Stiles' jeep began to buzz as a familiar voice spoke, " 'Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects so familiar. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds. Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge with Ate by his side come hot from hell. Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice ' " there was more static as Stiles and Scott got into the jeep. Gerard paused, "Do you know the rest, Scott? Do you know your Shakespeare?"