Rekindle The Flame || Stilinski || Book Four || WATTY's 2022

Forty-Seven

SCOTT MADE IT TO THE DIVERTER.

Through a few failed attempts, he eventually found a way out of the high school. It required bypassing a rainstorm of bullets from the Wild Hunt, but he made it. Then, he sprinted as fast as he could--wanting this ghost town nightmare to be over.

Unfortunately, Douglas wasn't ready to give up. He wanted power and would do anything to get it. Though he had to admit, he was impressed by the true alpha's sense of determination. It reminded him of the forties, where he witnessed many young German boys around Scott's age be put into a camp.

"You would've made an excellent Nazi Youth."

Scott withheld from rolling his eyes but his stomach twisted, him feeling revolted. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he sharpened his tone, practically snapping. "I said step back."

Douglas growled back, his green eyes blazing. "And maybe you didn't hear me," he snarled, feeling his fangs poking between his teeth. He released a mighty roar, causing Scott to instantly transform himself out of defense.

His blood red irises swirled, but he didn't move. Mostly, because he realized what Douglas had done.

His roar had been a signal to the Wild Hunt. In mere seconds, at least a hundred ghost riders appeared through the haze coating the trees, coming to Douglas' aid. Scott  kept his head on a swivel, trying to keep as many within his sight without looking away from Douglas.

The lowenmensch widened his smirk, Scott becoming completely surrounded. Yet, then he faltered. Only for a moment and only slightly--because Scott didn't back down.

"Unbelievable," Douglas scoffed at the true alpha's stiff stance. He spoke in disgust, spitting, "Even in the face of insurmountable odds. I don't know if it's suicide or stupidity."

Scott just shrugged his shoulders, his hands curling into tight fists. "Maybe both. But either way, I'm getting to that diverter."

"You of all people, Scott, should know what happens to a lone wolf," Douglas snidely stated.

"He's not alone!"

A new voice caused Douglas and Scott to turn, a familiar chimera emerging through the trees. Theo's hair was disheveled, his shirt ripped from his previous encounters with the ghost riders. He wanted to help Scott, prove to him that he could be an ally. He didn't want anyone's power; he just wanted to be a better person. Scott and Sierra helped him see that.

Theo glared at Douglas, moving closer to back up Scott. "He's got a pack."

"And Theo is not in it," Malia appeared, shooting an annoyed glance at Theo as she stepped forward. Relief flooded over Scott from seeing her, and he felt empowered when she joined his side. "But I am."

"I like to think I am, too," Derek spoke up, crossing his arms when he moved to stand by his cousin. He and Jemma had escaped the Wild Hunt together, but split up in order to help Scott and Sierra. The true alpha shot him a grateful smile.

Surprising Scott the most, was Peter. He showed up, to protect his daughter and to keep a promise. And begrudgingly, he would admit that he had learned something from the teenagers over the past few years. Power didn't come from revenge, theft or a body count; it came from love.

"I'm not in the pack," Peter informed Douglas, behind Malia as his face fell into a scowl. "But no one likes a Nazi."

And then, as Douglas raised his hand for the Wild Hunt to charge, the war began.

Peter ran ahead, dodging bullets and swiping his claws at any ghost rider within range. Theo had figured out their weaknesses from the battle at the hospital. Locking one ghost rider into a choke hold, he wrestled to grab a gun and fired repeatedly at the new ghost riders appearing with every lightning strike. Derek and Malia teamed up by going low, diving into a roll before springing up to catch other ghost riders by surprise.