17 | THE THREE BAD WOLVES PT. 2

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Pulling in front of Monroe's house Isabelle slows down before moving into park and taking her keys out of the ignition. Turning to her rear view mirror she messes around with her hair, closing her eyes and breathing out slowly in hopes of calming her nerves. And her eyes snap wide open as her drivers side window shatters and a hand grabs her by the hair and tosses her onto the road. Groaning as her head slams against the gravel she looks up to see a woman in Blutbaden form.

"A Grimm." The woman breathes. "This is gonna be even more fun than I thought."

"Yeah. Maybe for one of us." Isabelle mutters before charging towards her and pushing her against her car, pulling out her gun before holding it to her head.  "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

Growling the woman grabs Isabelle's elbow and pinches one of her nerves bringing her down to her knees. And as her gun falls to the ground the woman pushes and pins her down, hissing as she gets ready to rip into her. But then Monroe and Hap race out of the house and push the woman off of her. Picking up her gun she points it towards the woman.

"No, no, no, no. Don't hurt her!" Hap pleads holding the woman back.

"No, no, no." Monroe shakes his head getting in the way.

"Guys, get out of the way now." Isabelle orders.

"Don't shoot her. She's my sister — Angelina." Hap informs her.

"Your sister?" Isabelle inquires, slowly putting her gun down. "Well, Monroe, I could go for that drink right about now."

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"Thank you." Isabelle grins as Monroe hands her a glass of whiskey, quickly downing it.

"Woah." Monroe breathes.

"Yeah. I know." Isabelle nods smiling.

"She's killed more of our ancestors than I can count." Angelina remarks.

"I've actually only killed one Blutbad, and that was only to stop him from eating a little girl." Isabelle counters.

"How can you know her? How can you even talk to her, let alone offer her a drink?" Angelina questions.

"Well, it's complicated." Monroe admits.

"Oh, girls just love hearing that." Isabelle mutters.

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