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Ivory Lahey was bitten in sophomore year along side her brother, except she isn't exactly the same as him. But when he stayed in France, she went back to the supernatural infested town of Beacon Hills. She's dealt with years of abuse...
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Chapter Twenty-Eight ⚡Blitzkrieg⚡
"You're going to bite Stiles?" Lydia asked, looking at Scott incredulously as they stood around the station, "To get him through the rift. It's the only way." Scott said and Ivory sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?" Peter asked and Scott sighed slightly, "With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan." Scott said and Malia nodded. "He's good at that." She said and Peter squinted slightly, "So, the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan?" He asked making Ivory roll her eyes at him.
"You can either shut up or be helpful." Ivory asked and Peter sighed, "Ivory, 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." Peter said making them sigh. "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."
"I like your plan, Scott, I really do, especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work." Peter said, "How do you know?" Malia asked and Peter looked at them like it was obvious. "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?" He said making Ivory sigh.
"You got a better idea?" She asked making him look at her, "Yeah. It's called "run like hell." So, leave in five?" He said making her scoff slightly. "You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift." Malia said and Peter shook his head, "I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide."
"If you can't help, we can find it ourselves."
"Scott, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds, but this, you don't walk away from- you run."
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"When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asked as they walked through the woods, "A couple minutes." Malia said making Ivory sigh. "That's reassuring." She muttered, "What's a rift supposed to look like?" Malia asked and Lydia shrugged slightly.
