“Seriously, don’t do that,” Stiles advised.
While the hunter was wondering what to make of his suggestion, he shoved the barrel of her gun toward the ceiling and struck her throat, then shoved her to the floor. He aimed his own gun at her head and could have sworn he heard Derek sigh from the back of the group.
He gritted his teeth and knocked her out instead. As if permanent brain damage was any better.
- Part 1 of Human Monsters
Stiles scooped up a toddler and the crying boy, herding the others out of the room in front of him. “Go to the room I came from,” he ordered, cringing when someone shouted. A shot made the boy in his arms start crying harder, pressing his face into his neck.
Cora took the toddler and passed her out the window to Scott, then the other kids. While she got them out, Stiles closed and locked the door one handed; someone kicked it.
“We have the legal right to remove any supernaturals from the premises!” they called, kicking the door again.
Stiles backed up, looking for something to block the door with.
- Part 2 of Human Monsters
Stiles turned into an open-ended hall and skidded to a stop, breathing hard. Alarms started blaring as the lab techs finally realized there had been an escape. Stiles braced himself, legs shoulder-width apart, as Derek rounded the corner. He was snarling and panting, mouth open around fangs that dripped with blood.
It might’ve been terrifying once. Now it was just Wednesday.
“Come and get me, baby,” Stiles whispered, holding his ground until Derek was only a yard away. Then he ran.
- Part 3 of Human Monsters