Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Forty-Three: Blitzkrieg

"You're going to bite Stiles?" I asked Scott, a look of shock flashing across my eyes for a moment. We were gathered in the empty Sheriff's Station as we tried to come up with a plan. Malia had spoken to her dad when we were with the Ghost Rider and he had revealed that Stiles was in the 'train station' with him.

"To get him through the rift," he nodded, sighing as he headed over to one of the empty desks and leaned against it, "It's the only way"

Peter raised his hand, "Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station? With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan"

Malia shrugged, "He's good at that"

"So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan"

"You can shut up now"

Peter huffed as he turned to face his daughter, "Malia, look around. We're the only one's left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place"

Scott sighed, "That's why I'm the only person 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"

"I like your plan, Scott, I really do. Especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work"

"How do you know?" I snapped.

He scoffed, "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?"

Liam rolled his eyes, "You got a better idea?"

"Yeah. It's called 'run like hell'. So, leave in five?"

"You promised you'd help us," Malia sighed as she walked up to him, "We still need to get through the rift"

He frowned, "I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide"

I groaned in frustration, fidgeting with my ring. "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" Peter said, pulling the door open and storming away.

The Alpha and I shared a concerned look, watching as Malia watched him leave.

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We trudged through the woods, ducking under the occasional tree branch as we searched for anything out of the ordinary. "When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asked Malia.

She paused, trying to figure it out in her head, "A couple minutes"

"That's reassuring" Lydia huffed.

"What's a rift supposed to look like?" I spoke up.

The banshee shrugged, "If it's a tear in the fabric of our world, theoretically it could look like anything from a microscopic black hole to a free-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge," we all froze as we looked up at the sky, "I really hope it's not up there"

Scott turned to us, "Let's split up"

After a moment of looking around on my own, I spotted a large pipe. "Hey, look at this!" I called. The others ran over as I went to take a closer look. There were thin iron bars covering the opening to the pipe, but something had broken through them, making them bend. From the direction of the bent metal, it was obvious that whatever had broken through had done so from inside the pipe as it tried to get out.

I picked up a dry leaf, feeling it slightly crumble between my fingers. "The rift's not above us" Lydia sighed.

"It's below"