"You're going to bite Stiles?" I asked Scott in complete shock.

"To get him through the rift," Scott sighed and walked over to a desk in the Police Station. "It's the only way."

Peter raised his hand and walked toward us. "Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?"

Scott lowered his head, "With Stiles back, he'll be able to figure out a plan."

"He's good at that," Lydia said.

I didn't agree to this at all. I know Stiles doesn't want that life. He might have at one point, but not now. But, part of me is also thinking that this could be the only way to get him back... That's the selfish part of me thinking.

"So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan," Peter said sarcastically.

"You can shut up now," Malia groaned.

"Malia, look around. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills." Peter motioned to the empty Police Station. "If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt this place."

"That's why I'm the only person going in," Scott said.

"No way, I'm not letting you go in there alone," I crossed my arms over my chest and put my foot down.

"Brianna, I have to go alone. We need as much people as we can to stay in Beacon Hills. Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason. As long as somebody is left, 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 shrugged.

"How do you know?" Malia asked quietly.

"Logic," he rolled his eyes. "Life experience. Liam, what are the odds 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 asked him.

"Yeah. It's called, 'Run like hell'," Peter paused and gave a quick glance to all of us. "So... leave in five?"

Malia strolled up to him and said in a hushed voice, "You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift."

"I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide."

"If you can't help, we'll find it ourselves," Scott raised his voice.

"Scott, I admit you have a flare for beating the odds. But, this? You don't walk away from." Peter backed up towards the door. "You run." He then dashed out the door.

***

Scott, Lydia, Malia and I drove out to the preserve. Malia leading the way to where her and Peter went last night. Around the place Peter landed when he escaped the Wild Hunt. The rift has to be around here some where.

"When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asked Malia.

"A couple minutes," she answered.

"That's reassuring," Lydia mumbled.

"What's a rift supposed to look like?" I asked, kicking a rock that was on the ground.

"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 stopped, making us all stop, as she looked up in the sky. "I really hope it's not up there."

Scott sighed and looked around. "Let's split up."

The four of us parted in different directions, not going too far, just looking around for anything under the ordinary.

"Hey, look at this," Scott called us over. The three of us girls followed him as he lead us toward a large drain pipe.

Scott leaned down and picked up a black leaf.

"The rift's not above us," Lydia stated.

"It's below," Scott finished.

***

"I can't see a thing," Lydia mumbled, shining her phone light around.

I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the bright screen of my phone in the darkness. I turned mine on also, as did Scott and Malia.

"It's got to be down here somewhere," Scott said, beginning to walk through the tunnels.

We came to a part with three ways to go. I began to keep going straight but Malia turned right. The second she did she ran into something invisible that sent her flying to the ground.

"Found it!" She yelled.

I leaned down and helped her back to her feet. She dusted the dirt from her shorts and looked in the direction of the rift.

I took a closer look and there wasn't much to it. It just looked like a moving wall. Like you were looking down at a lake and the water was moving slightly, that's what it looked like.

"It's remarkably similar," Lydia said in awe.

"To what?" Malia asked her.

"To the Einstein-Rosen bridge."

Malia looked around and picked up a broken metal pipe. She then pushed it into the rift. It began to melt the metal and not go through. She grunted and pulled it back.

"There's gotta be another way," I said frustrated. "We just need to think."

"Think?" Malia repeated.

"Yeah," Scott said. "Think about how to get through a supernatural rift that melts steel."

"I didn't say it would be easy." I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned my side against the tunnel wall.

"But it doesn't have to be so hard." The four of us turned around and saw Mr. Douglas stalking his way toward us

"He followed our scent," Scott told us.

"I followed your desperation," he mocked.

I took a step forward, in front of my friends and the closest to Mr. Douglas. My eyes couldn't help but wonder down to the whip in his hand. The Ghost Rider's whip.

"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," he established.

"He has a point," Lydia said.

"If he doesn't kill anyone," Malia said truthfully.

"Else," Scott continued. "If he doesn't kill anyone else."

Mr. Douglas smirked, "All that matters right now is getting through the rift."

"Then you're out of luck," Malia bounced the steel pipe in her hand as she glared him down.

"The rift burns anything that tries to pass through it," Lydia told him but he didn't look surprised.

"Perhaps not everything," he paused.

Suddenly, Parrish came around the corner and stood behind him. There was no missing that he was transformed except his eyes were green instead of his usual fiery orange.

"Jordan," Lydia said calmly and he growled at her.

"If the Hellhound can open the rift, we all go together," Mr. Douglas informed.

"You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea," Malia bid.

"Good guy, bad guy," he moved his head back and forth slowly. "When has anything ever been so black and white?"

"World War II," Liam panted, running to us. Where's Mason and Hayden? "He's a nazi. He wants the hunt for himself. He wants his own supernatural army."

Mr. Douglas loosened the whip in his hand.

"We're not letting you through that rift," Scott established.

"Not letting me?" He swung the whip back and forth. "I see. You still think you have a say in the matter." He brought his arm back and swung a warning shot.

All of us jumped out of the way.

Scott's eyes turned red and he growled angrily.

Douglas whipped again and I grabbed Scott and pulled him out of the way. He kept swinging and Lydia and Liam ran behind a wall. He swung again and Malia ran to them.

Scott grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the rift and away from Mr. Douglas's whip. I growled under my breath angrily as Parrish and Douglas approached it.

"Höllenhund."

Parrish put his hands through the rift, grunting as he began to break it.

"Parrish, stop!" Scott yelled.

Douglas swung at us again, to get us far away from him.

Parrish broke the seal and switched places with Douglas, his green eyes staring us down. He roared loudly at us.

"Höllenhund, kommen" Douglas spoke in German. Parrish roared at us again before following after Douglas.

"Now!" Malia yelled and we all ran after them. The second we got in front of the rift it closed.

"No," I croaked.

The rift opened up for a split second, only for two ghost rider's to emerge. Scott held his arms out and made us back up.

"Liam, you and Lydia get to the bunker," Scott said over his shoulder.

Liam and Lydia wasted no time to turn around and run.

The three of us shifted, ready to fight.

A Ghost Rider swung his whip and it wrapped around Scott's throat. He was shocked at first but grabbed onto the whip. Malia came from behind him and grabbed on also. Instead of grabbing the whip, I wrapped my arms around Scott's torso and pulled.

We were able to get the whip off but that sent the three of us to fall on the ground.

"The whip! It didn't take you!" I yelled, very confused.

"I don't think they're trying to take us!" Scott yelled.

"They're trying to kill us," Malia said.

Scott scooped Malia and I both up to our feet but Malia got grabbed by a whip. The Ghost Rider swung her against the wall.

The other ghost rider threw his whip toward Scott but he grabbed it before it could wrap around him. He pulled the whip and the ghost rider and slammed him against the wall.

The Ghost Rider pulled Malia to the other side of the wall but I jumped in front of her to brace her impact. Her body slammed me into the wall but that was my plan because the second she hit me I grabbed onto the whip and pulled the whip off. But the rider that Scott was originally fighting had thrown him to the ground and now wrapped his whip around my hands, trapping Malia and I together. He pulled and threw us in front of Scott.

We were now trapped as the riders pulled their guns out and cornered us against the wall. The rider cocked a bullet into place and aimed it right for my head. I grabbed onto Malia and Scott's hand and closed my eyes. Who knows? Maybe a Ghost Rider bullet can actually kill a vampire.

There was a loud growl and the sound of running footsteps. I quickly opened my eyes and looked to the side where Peter rounded the corner and jumped onto the rider, swinging his body around and kicked the other one.

"Why aren't you running?!" He yelled at us as he fought both riders.

"Come on!" I yelled to them and quickly scrambled to my feet. I heard them right behind me so I lead the way, and didn't stop running.

Malia grabbed me and stopped me from continuing. I turned around confused and scared as to why we stopped. I looked at her and Scott who were watching Peter fight both riders at the end of the hall.

"Go!" Peter yelled, his voice echoing down the tunnels. Both rider's grabbed each of his hands and pinned him against the wall. One of the pulled out their gun Peter who disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

I took no time to grab Malia from her trance and make her run with Scott and I.

***

"The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again. This is a recording." The line went dead and the phone beeped until Scott stopped it. The phone chimed and repeated what it just said.

"Scott..." Malia whispered and approached him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, then took a seat beside him.

"Scott, your mom is gone. But she's still alive," Malia reached out and locked his phone and slid it away from his hand.

"Lena was taken the day we had gotten in contact with Stiles. My humanity was back on and I went home to tell her. When I opened the door... everything was gone. She was gone. But we're going to get her back. We're going to get your mom back, Stiles back. Hayden, Mason, Corey, everyone," I said determined.

"How?" Liam asked. "What could we possibly do now?"

"We can't hide from them," Malia said.

"What about Lydia?" Liam looked at Lydia. "The Ghost Rider was afraid of her."

Liam took a seat at the table and I took a seat beside him.

"It wasn't fear," Lydia began and took a seat beside Malia. "It's... Almost like reverence."

"Doesn't matter," Scott chimed in. "The rift is gone. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills."

There was a knock on the door and in entered Sheriff Stilinski. I guess we weren't the only ones.

He approached us slowly, then stopped and leaned against the kitchen island.

"I have a son," he says. "His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski. But we call him Stiles." Sheriff looked at me and said, "I remember."

"When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say is 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..." He gulped and looked down sadly. "I remember when, uh... 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, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a see a dead body."

Scott's eyes were filled with tears, a look on his face I've never seen before. "How did you remember?" He asked him.

He took a step toward me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It started with Stiles' jersey." I looked up to him with a smile. "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."

"What?" Lydia asked.

"I thought I saw him," he replied in disbelief. "It's like something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment. And then it was gone."

Scott's eyes widened. "A rift."

"I thought there was only one rift. We saw it disappear," Malia said to Scott.

Scott pointed to Sheriff Stilinsk and said, "You remembered Stiles and then a new rift was created."

"If the Sheriff can do it-" Malia paused and Lydia finished her sentence, "Maybe we can."

"But that rift closed," Liam said.

"Then we'll open it again," I perked up.

"How?" Sheriff asked.

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