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"You're going to bite Stiles?" Lydia asks Scott as the group gathers at the police station. After realizing that the whip was gone they knew they had to save Stiles and biting him seemed like the only way at the moment. "To get him through the rift. It's the only way." Scott explains to her. "Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?" Peter asks him with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan." Scott tells him. "He's good at that."Malia adds.
"So, the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan?" Peter asks them. "You can shut up now." Malia says angrily. "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." Peter explains to theme

"That's why I'm the only person that's going in. Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason and Brett. As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the Wild Hunt can't move on." Scott says and at the mention of Brett's name Jules immediately tenses up. Although they were on a break Brett wasn't drown helping them—they saved his pack so he owed them.

"I like your plan, Scott, I really do, especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work." Peter tells them. "How do you know?" Malia asks him. "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?" Peter says as he crosses his arms. "You got a better idea?" Liam asks him. "Yeah. It's called "run like hell." So, leave in five?" Peter says which visibly disappoints Malia.
"You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift." Malia tells him.

"I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide." Peter elaborates. "If you can't help, we can find it ourselves." Jules says to him as she stares at the ground blankly. "Scott, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds, but this, you don't walk away from—you run." Peter says turning to leave as Malia tries to stop him. He's too quick for her however and he leaves her standing there in her own disappointment.

***

"When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asks Malia as they walk through the forest where she and Peter had found the rift. "A couple minutes." She answers making Jules scoff. "That's reassuring." She says as the continue walking. "What's a rift supposed to look like?" Malia asks them. "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." Lydia explains to her as she looks up at the tall trees. "I really hope it's not up there." Lydia says as the halt. "Let's split up." Scott tells the girls making them look around for any sign of a rift.

Jules used her eyes to see if she could spot anything but to no avail. That was until she felt a horrible feeling in her stomach. Every time she got that feeling she knew something was wrong. It was inevitable. She would've continued looking but Scott had called out to all three of them. "Hey, look at this." Scott says pointing to an entrance to a series of tunnels. "The rift's not above us..." Lydia says in realization.

"It's below."

***

"I can't see a thing." Lydia says as the walk through the tunnels. "It's got to be down here somewhere." Scott tells them as they reach a junction in the tunnels, and Malia turns right at the fork to see if anything is there. She makes it a few steps before she immediately smacks into the rift so hard that she bounces off and is thrown backwards. The rift is clear green, blue, and purple and seems to be swirling a foot or two above the ground.

"Ow...found it." She says as Jules helped her up from the ground. "It's remarkably similar." Lydia whispers out. "To what?" Jules asks her confused as to what she meant. "To the Einstein-Rosen bridge. There's gotta be another way. We just need to think." Lydia tells them making Malia raise her eyebrows. "Think?" Malia says incredulously. "Yeah...think about how to get through a supernatural rift that melts steel." Scott says as if that was an easy task.
"I didn't say it would be easy." Lydia says as suddenly Douglas appears behind them with a patronizing expression.

"But it doesn't have to be so hard." He says smiling evilly. "He followed our scent." Jules says aloud.
"I followed your desperation. We're all in a tough spot. Desperate to get inside and save everyone, and hoping to find a way to stop this army of the dead. We all want the same thing." Douglas explains to them. "He has a point." Lydia tells them making them all purse their lips. "If he doesn't kill anyone." Malia adds. "Else. If he doesn't kill anyone else."

"All that matters right now is getting through the rift." Douglas tells them. "Then you're out of luck." Malia tells him. "The rift burns everything that tries to pass through it." Lydia tells him. "Perhaps not everything." Douglass says as Parrish suddenly appears in front of them in his Hellhound form, though without the flames. His eyes are glowing greenish-blue as he growls at them, and Lydia immediately tries to reason with him.

"Jordan." She calls out to him only for him to roar at her. "If the Hellhound can open the rift, we all go together." Douglas suggests. "Honestly Jules I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner. I mean you two are connected." Douglas says teasingly. "You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea." Malia tells him. "Good guy, bad guy...when has anything ever been so black and white?" Douglas say patronizingly. Liam, who ran the whole way to the tunnels, arrives and tells them what he learned about Douglas earlier as he tries to catch his breath.

"World War II. He's a Nazi." Liam starts as Jules scoffs. "Of course he is." She says with sarcasm in her voice. "He wants the Hunt for himself. He wants his own supernatural army." Liam continues. "We're not letting you through that rift." Scott says with a defensive tone. "Not letting me? I see...you still think you have a say in the matter." Douglas says as he flicks his whip at them, forcing Jules, Scott and Malia to jump backward. Scott partially-shifts and roars at Douglas.

"Höllenhund!" Douglas calls out. Parrish walks over to the rift and uses his power of being able to touch intangible beings and objects to widen the rift so that they can walk safely through it. "Parrish, stop!" Jules yells out as Douglas laughs. "Wunderbar." Douglas says meaning wonderful. "Höllenhund...kommen."Douglas says calling Parrish to him. Just as the two begin to walk through the rift, the rest of the pack decides to take action.

"Now!" Malia yells as the run towards the rift.Unfortunately for them, the rift closes before any of them can make it through it, and they all sigh in disappointment. Suddenly two Ghost Rider appear from the rifts entrance making them all take a few steps back. "Liam, you and Lydia get to the bunker." Scott tells them making them run. The three turn as their eyes begun to glow. One of the Ghost Riders uses his while and wraps it around Scott's neck making Jules and Malia grab onto him using all their strength.

Thankfully they're able to set Scott free as they all fall to the ground. "The whip. It didn't take you." Malia says as Scott tries to catch his breath. "I don't think they're trying to take us. I think they're trying to kill us." Scott tells them as they to fight the Ghost Riders and have almost been beaten when suddenly, Peter arrives out of nowhere and joins the fight.

"Why aren't you running?" He yells as Malia looks at him with a shocked look. "Go." Scott yells grabbing Jules' hand but Malia stays back waiting for Peter.
Once they're a safe distance away, they stop to watch Peter fight the Ghost Riders. When the Ghost Riders each get Peter by the wrist and slam him up against the wall, he sees the three watching and screams at them.

"Go!" He yells as Peter gives one last loving look to Malia before the Riders shoot him with their gun and once again send him back to the Phantom Train Station leaving Malia horrified.

***

The pack reconvened at the McCall house as Liam explains to Jules what happened at the police station. "I tried, I tried so hard but there were too many. Brett, Hayden and Mason...they were all taken." Liam says as Jules kicks her dry lips. "Thank you...for trying." She says as her voice cracks leaving Liam emotional.

"What happened...to you and Brett. He had this distant look on his face the whole time we were there. And there's also the fact that through the whole time he was with me he didn't take advantage to make fun of me." Liam says making Jules smile through her tears. "He's afraid of me, Liam. He's scared that if he does the wrong thing that I'm just gonna break. So I told him we should take a break...I couldn't...I couldn't put him through that. I can't deal with the fact that he's afraid of me." Jules confesses which makes Liam scrunch his eyebrows.

"I don't think he's afraid of you. I think he's afraid of losing you. When you died—a part of him died with you. And then you were brought back to life and you couldn't remember him. You couldn't remember us. You sided with Theo and you ended up killing a guard. You didn't trust any of us. It was like you were a completely different person. And then he got you back, but the pain of losing you, it's stuck in the back of his head like a constant memory. Except this is one he just can't forget." Liam elaborates making Jules' tears fall as she realizes the mistake she made.

Suddenly Scott interrupts the two with a worried look in his face. "I can't find Mom anywhere." Scott tells her as they gather with Malia and Lydia at the dining table. Jules immediately pulls out her phone and dials her Mom's number only to be sent to voicemail. "The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again. This is a recording."

She clicks on her Mom's name again only to hear the same message. "We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again." It says leaving her de seated as Scott leans against her should letting his tears fall.
"Guys....guys your mom is gone. But she's still alive." Malia tells them trying to make them feel better.

"What do we do now?" Lydia asks the group. "We can't hide from them." Malia says with disappointment in her voice. "Well, what about Lydia? The Ghost Rider was afraid of her." Liam says referring to them trying to find a way out of the tunnels only for the Ghost Rider to stop in front of them. "It wasn't fear. It's...almost like reverence." Lydia explains to him. "Doesn't matter. The rift is gone. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills." Scott says as Noah walks in with dried tears on his face.

"I have a son. His name is Mieczysław Stilinski... But we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. Not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue... But, uh, the closest he could get was "mischief." His mother called him that until...I remember when, uh...when Stiles first got his Jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart—always. We're here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott and Jules, his greatest friends in the world, into the woods to see a dead body." Noah explains to them making the group smile a bit.

"How did you remember?" Scott asks stunned. "It started with Stiles' jersey. Then I found the red string for his crime board. Finally, his whole room came back, and all the memories. And then the strangest thing happened..." He tells them.

"What?"

"I thought I saw him. It's like something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment. And then it was gone." He explains making them all realize something. "A rift..." Jules whispers.
"I thought there was only one rift. We saw it disappear." Malia tells the group. "You remembered Stiles, and then a new rift was created." Scott explains to her. "If the Sheriff can do it..."

"Maybe we can."

"But that rift closed." Liam tells them as he shakes his head. "Then we'll open it again." Scott says to the group. "How?" Noah asks him.

"By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything."

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