Whose Eyes Were Red? [scott mccall][3]

chapter 12

"You can't just poke around and expect to find a supernatural train station! If you need a new anchor that desperately, Levi Hale is running around somewhere! She'll be your mother if that's what you're needing," Peter snapped, turning around and walking in the different direction.

Malia paused, his words sinking in as she tried to process what he was saying. She jogged after him, grabbing on to his arm as she spun him to face her.

"Levi?"

Peter froze, forgetting they wouldn't have any memory of the other alpha.

"Oh Malia."

//.//

"You're going to bite Stiles?" Lydia checked again, knowing that Scott's only plan was literally their last resort at this point in time if that's what it was coming to. 

"To get him through the rift. It's the only way," Scott backed up his plan, sighing as he thought about putting his friend through everything that he had been through - even if he couldn't remember a single thing about him.

"Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?" Peter jumped in, sarcastically replying to the teenage alpha. He was getting fed up of all these ridiculous plans that would just end up in them all being killed - and he knew that soon enough Levi would have some form of grand reunion with the pack that would just make it harder to convince them to run. 

"With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan," Scott replied without a moments hesitation, not bothering to stoop to Peter's level. 

"He's good at that," Malia backed up her alpha, knowing that Peter was about to try to rip all of their remaining ideas to shreds directly in front of them.

"So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan?" Peter checked, hoping that they all knew how stupid they sounded to the Hale omega. 

"You can shut up now." 

"Malia, look around. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place!" He yelled, ignoring Lydia's face as the realisation dawned on her that she might become the woman from Canaan.

"That's why I'm the only person that's going in. Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason. As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the Wild Hunt can't move on," Scott continued, ignoring Peter's negativity. 

"I like your plan, Scott. I really do, especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work!" Peter tried to reason with the boy, even though he knew his attempts were going to be proven useless.

"How do you know?" 

"Logic. Life experience. Liam, what are the odds that he'll get taken? What if Stiles isn't there? What if there's no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?" 

"You got a better idea?" Liam snapped, not liking the way his alpha was being spoken to by the man who had constantly betrayed them in the past.

"Yeah. It's called, "run like hell." So, leave in five?" Peter snapped, knowing that they would all be taken by the Wild Hunt if they continued on this reckless plan of hope and no strategy. 

"You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift," Malia warned Peter, not understanding why the man was so against them saving the town.

"I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide," Peter murmured, his heart almost breaking at the thought of losing Malia - his only daughter.

"If you can't help, we can find it ourselves - and Levi. If she's back, there's an even bigger chance we can get Stiles back!" Scott snapped, getting annoyed at the man now.