Wren's outfit:

Chapter Eighty-Eight
⚡Blitzkrieg⚡

"You're going to bite Stiles?" Wren 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 Wren 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 Wren roll her eyes.

"You can stop up now." Wren said and Peter sighed, "Look around, Little Bird. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, you and Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place." Peter said making Wren and Lydia look at each other. "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 Wren 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 shake her head slightly. "And here I was thinking you've might have gotten a little more selfless." She muttered, "You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift." Malia said. "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." Peter said and his daughters both watched him walk out the station.

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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 Wren sigh. "That's reassuring." She muttered, "What's a rift supposed to look like?" Malia asked and Lydia shrugged slightly.

"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 explained as the stopped to glance around. "I really hope it's not up there." Wre  said as she looked up at the treeline above them

"Let's split up." Scott said and they all started looking around. Wren glanced around until she saw a sewer tunnel making her walk over it, "Hey, look at this." She called out making them walk over to her, "The rift's not above us..."

"It's below."

"I can't see a thing." Lydia said as they shined their phone flashlights around the underground tunnels. Wren dug around her bag before pulling out and actual flashlight and turning it on making them all look at her. "I'm always prepared for anything... I even have my crossbow." She said with a shrugged before walking down the tunnel, "It's got to be down here somewhere."

A few minutes later 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 making everyone spin around. "Found it!" Malia said as Wren helped her up.

Wren slowly walked up to the rift, staring at it. It was a clear green and swirling a foot or two above the ground. "It's remarkably similar." Lydia said as she came up to stand next to Wren, "To what?" Malia asked. "To the Einstein-Rosen bridge." Wren answered as they all stared at it.

Malia ripped off a piece of the metal pipes and tried to stick it through the rift but all it did was melt it. "There's gotta be another way. We just need to think." Wren said and Malia raised her eyebrows, "Think?" She asked and Scott nodded. "Yeah... Think about how to get through a supernatural rift that melts steel." Scott said and Lydia shrugged slightly, "I didn't say it would be easy..." She said.

"It doesn't have to be so hard." Someone said behind them making them spin around to see Mr. Douglas standing there. The second Wren looked at him she saw flashes of him with fangs and glowing red eye eyes.

"He followed our scent." Scott said, "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 said. "He has a point." Lydia said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "If he doesn't kill anyone." She said as she pulled out her crossbow. "Else. If he doesn't kill anyone else." Scott corrected and Douglas shrugged slightly, "All that matters right now is getting through the rift." He said.

"Then you're out of luck." Malia said and Lydia nodded, "The rift burns everything that tries to pass through it."

"Perhaps not everything." Douglas says and then Parrish suddenly appears in front of them in his Hellhound form, though without the flames. His eyes glowing greenish as he growls at them while Lydia's eyes widened, "Parrish." She said.

"If the Hellhound can open the rift, we all go together." Douglas said and Malia scoffed, "You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea." She said and Douglas rolled his eyes. "Good guy, bad guy... When has anything ever been so black and white?"

"World War II." Someone said making them turn to see Liam walking to them, "He's a Nazi. He wants the Hunt for himself. He wants his own supernatural army." Liam said making Wren's eyes widen. Douglas sighed before unraveling a Ghost Riders whip.

"We're not letting you through that rift." Scott said and Douglas raised his eyebrows at them. "Not letting me? I see... You still think you have a say in the matter." He said but before he could raise his whip, a crossbow bolt suddenly embedded itself in his shoulder making his groan as Wren lowered her crossbow and smirk.

"I shot a Nazi." She said happily as she glanced at Scott, Liam and her sisters. Douglas growled under his breath before cracking the whip at them. Scott's eyes flashed red as he let out a loud roar. Douglas cracked the whip a couple more times at them making Wren grab Lydia and pull her over to the other tunnel with Liam. He cracked the whip a few more times until both Malia and Scott ran over to the other tunnel.

"Höllenhund." Douglas said as he started to walk forward making Parrish walk follow. Parrish walked over to the rift and sticks his hands out, pulling a hole through the rift. "Wunderbar." Douglas said in amazement when Parrish opened the rift. Parrish turned to the group and roared at them while Douglas walked up to the rift.

"Höllenhund... kommen." Douglas said and Parrish roared at them again before following Douglas through the rift. "Now!" Malia said and they all ran for the rift. But right as the got up to it closed making Wren sigh in defeat, "No..."

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"Liam, you, Wren and Lydia get to the bunker." Scott said as they stared at a couple ghost Riders. They looked at each other before nodding and running off down the tunnel. They ran for a while until they heard a loud roar. "That roar wasn't promising..." Liam said as they continued down the tunnel.

"Well, they rarely are. And the that was Peter's roar which definitely means something. So, keep going." Wren said and they turned the corner only to freeze when they see a Ghost Rider is waiting for them with his gun raised.

However, after a moment, it stares at Lydia and Wren, and instead of shooting at them, it puts it's gun down, much to their confusion. "What's happening?" Liam asked as the Martin sisters pulled him behind the. "I don't know... But stay behind us. "Follow me." Lydia said and started walking forward. They slowly walk past the Ghost Rider and all it does is watch them, "It's afraid of you guys." Liam said as they walked back into a different tunnel.

"I'm afraid of us."

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"The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again. This is a recording." The voice mail recording said through Scott's phone as they all sat around the dinning table.  Scott had broken expressions as Scott kept calling Melissa's number over and over. She, along with Argent, got taken.

"We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again."

"Scott..."

"We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again."

Malia walked over and gently rested her hand on Scott's shoulder before sitting down next to him. "Scott, your mom is gone. But she's still alive." Malia said before turning off Scott's phone and pulling it away.

"What do we do now?" Liam asked from where he sat and Malia sighed softly, "We can't hide from them." She said and he looked over at Wren and Lydia. "Well, what about Lydia and Wren? The Ghost Rider was afraid of them." He said and Wren slightly shook her head.

"It wasn't fear." She said and Lydia nodded in agreement, "It's... almost like reverence." She said. "Doesn't matter. The rift is gone. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills." Scott said and it was quiet for a moment before someone knocked on the door before walking in. They all turned to see Stilinski walking over to the table before sighing softly.

"I have a son." He said making Wren sit up slightly, "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..." He trailed off and glanced down at the ground for a moment.

"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. I remember when Stiles came home and talked about how he finally got the girl he's liked for years." Stilinski said looking at Wren making her smile softly as Lydia squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"We're here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body." Stilinski said looking over at Scott who had glossy eyes, "How did you remember?"

"It started with Stiles' jersey." Stilinski said, glancing over at Wren for a moment, "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 trailed off. "What?" Wren asked, "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 said and Wren's eyes widened.

"A rift..." She said making them look at her,
"I thought there was only one rift. We saw it disappear." Malia asked and Wren nodded slightly before looking at Stilinski. "You remembered Stiles, and then a new rift was created." She said, glancing at all of them and realization crossed over their features, "If the Sheriff can do it..."

"Maybe we can."

"But that rift closed." Liam said and Scott shrugged, "Then we'll open it again." He said making them look at him. "How?"

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