41. He's Just Being Protective

Gwen’s POV

“There must be something we can do,” I tell Hanna as I watch the van disappear through the gate.

Stefan’s wound is yet to heal, and there’s a high probability the attackers are similar to the one from last night. If one was able to injure him so, when he is the most powerful werewolf around, what will happen if they are facing five or more?

“There is,” she says, turning to walk back into the house. “Do you know how to use a gun?”

“Yes.” Connor brought me to the shooting range enough times for me to perfect my aim. I never thought anything that happened with him would come in handy at some point.

“Good,” she says, heading for the stairs. “Wait here, I’ve got one for you.”

She heads upstairs and I wait, pacing in the foyer. Every second that passes feels like an eternity. She doesn’t stay long, and when she gets back, she has a handgun.

“Stefan will want to skin me alive for bringing you, but he might spare me if you have this,” she tells me as she hands me the pistol