"An alpha that leads by fear will only receive fear. But an alpha that leads with love and respect will earn a pack that will follow them into any battle, no matter what."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to tell you you're an a...
THEY ALL STOOD in the sheriff's station. They were trying to figure out what to do next. How to bring everyone back. How to bring Stiles back.
Lydia moved towards Scott, studying the look on his face. "You're gonna bite Stiles?" Lydia concluded as if she could read his mind.
Beck looked over at them from her spot leaning against a desk.
Scott slowly looked up at Lydia, meeting her eyes. "To get him through the rift," he explained, the decision clear on his face. Moving past Lydia, Scott looked down at the desk Beck leaned against. "It's the only way."
"Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?" Uncle Peter asked with his hand raised from his spot near the door. Beck rolled her eyes, wondering why Malia healed him in the first place. But somewhat grateful to have him back. Somewhat.
"With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan," Scott explained.
"He's good at that."
"So, the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan," Uncle Peter clarified as he paced the station.
"You have a better one?" Beck grumbled, glaring at her uncle from over her shoulder. "If not, you can shut up."
"Look around you, little niece." Uncle Peter gestured around at the empty station. "We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia and you and your gang of witches will be the only ones left to haunt the place."
"That's why I'm the only person that's going in," Scott said. "Liam, Beck, and Tessa will stay here with Mason. A-as long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the wild hunt can't move on."
"I like your plan, Scott, I really do. Especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work."
"How do you know?" Malia asked, turning to her father.
"Logic," Uncle Peter scuffed, earning another eye roll from Beck. "Life experience. What are the odds that he'll be taken? What if Stiles isn't there? What if there's no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?"
Liam looked up at his girlfriend's uncle. "You gotta better idea?"
"Yeah. It's called 'run like hell.'" Uncle Peter said. Everyone looked up at him, a glare on their faces. But Uncle Peter only looked down at Malia. "So... leave in five?"
"You promised you'd help us," Malia reminded him. "We still need to find the rift."
"I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide," Uncle Peter told his daughter softly.
"If you can't help, we can find it ourselves," Scott snapped.
"Scott, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds. But this... you don't walk away from. You run." And with that, Uncle Peter turned on his heels, walking out of the station.
Malia watched her father leave.
Releasing a breath, Beck took a step towards her cousin. "Malia, don't take it to heart. Uncle Peter only does what he does best... think of himself."
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