Hey Readers! Know it's been a while, so I'll keep this short. Hope you like the chapter. It's a short one, but there's more coming.

Stiles stood with Lydia outside the school, trying to persuade her to tell him what was wrong. She'd been hearing a strange buzzing all morning and couldn't figure out what was really bothering her. That buzzing was a symbol for something. That had to be it; there was no other explanation. But what?

The Banshee couldn't figure it out. It was eating at her. It was frustrating her. The noise wasn't just some stupid fly that she could simply swat away. It was much worse. Lydia had no control over it. Lydia droned out Stiles a little longer, focusing closely on her senses. A part of her brain itched. She was close to an answer.

Not just yet, Banshee. Lydia froze at the voice entering her mind. It was dark and silky smooth in an effort to soothe her. It failed. If anything, it made her want to search harder, but that split second of distraction that the voice caused was all the time needed to blow her concentration. The niggle was gone, and she was as clueless about the feeling as she was ten minutes ago. Lydia drew herself back to that voice. There was something oddly familiar about it. Still, though, she couldn't put a finger on it. Finally shaking it off as nothing more than a figment of her imagination, Lydia tuned back into Stiles.

Stiles had been completely oblivious to her inner struggle, which she was slightly thankful for. She needn't burden him any further; he was already so worried about the buzzing.

"Did anything happen—" Stiles paused as he saw an entirely too familiar figure on school grounds. Stiles could recognize him anywhere. Even more so when he was in uniform. His father's appearance was odd. What could possibly be going on now? "I'll be right back," was all Stiles said to Lydia before he began crossing the courtyard. His feet made quick work of the distance.

"Dad?" Stiles asked, a crease forming between his eyebrows. He now stood a good two feet from his dad. Based on his expression, Stiles knew this was going to be a serious visit. His mind immediately flashed to Lydia. The buzzing she'd been hearing all morning and his dad showing up to the school—could there be a connection?

"Stiles," Sheriff Stilinski replied shortly. He's worried, Stiles noticed. Yep, definitely not going to be a fun visit. The Sheriff was frowning as his eyes scanned the school's courtyard. This simple action gave so much away to the trained eye. For one, his dad clearly was looking for something—or more alarmingly—someone.

To add further evidence to the observation, Stiles spotted Agent McCall walking into the front entrance of the school. One of the ladies always in the main office was by his side, leading him somewhere.

"What're you doing here?" Stiles was blunt. Looking around, he could see police officers all around; they too seemed to be searching for someone. Who were they searching for? "Why's practically half the police force here?" Stiles was growing impatient. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to do something useful. Perhaps if he knew what was going on . . .

His dad sighed heavily. He really shouldn't be telling his son this stuff, but the outcome was marginally better when he did. Any advantage in a situation like this could help immensely. It could be between a matter of saving lives and sentencing them.

"We had a prisoner escape from the hospital while he was receiving medical treatment." He informed.

"What?" Stiles asked in disbelief. If someone could bypass both the security of the hospital and the police force, they have to be incredibly dangerous. Luckily, they had Scott on their side. To an unsuspecting human—even if said human was a criminal mastermind—a werewolf proved to be effective.

"The doctors found something . . . strange inside of his body." The sheriff continued hesitantly. A lot of words came to mind when thinking about what the surgeons saw, insane was one of them. If the Sheriff hadn't been informed about the supernatural qualities in this town, he wasn't sure he would've believed it himself. "Some kind of nest. Melissa said it burst, freeing a swarm of live flies, causing a whole lot of chaos to spring up, and then Barrow escaped."

"Hold on. Barrow as in William Barrow?" Stiles's eyes popped out of his skull. "As in the guy who blew up a school bus with all of the kids still inside?" Dangerous indeed. No wonder half the police force was raiding through the school. If there was a bomb in the school, the death count would be large. Stiles shuddered at the thought of it.

"Yes. Look, I've got every exit guarded. Barrow can't get in or out, whatever the case may be. But I'm going to need to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. The faster Barrow is captured, the less chance he has to hurt anyone." True. But if he got away, there's always a next time.

"I can have Scott try to find him by scent. It'll be faster that way, but we'll need something of his for Scott to track him." Stiles suggested.

"Done," his dad said. "I'll call Melissa right away."

"I'll go fill in the others." Stiles was already jogging back towards Lydia, phone in hand. She was giving him a look. She wanted an explanation.

"Did you find out why your Dad's here?" Lydia confronted him immediately. Stiles grimaced.

"Yeah, I'll fill you in with the others. We're going to need to gather the Pack for this." Lydia nodded, pulling out her phone from her purse. She could only imagine what was going on if the Pack needed to be involved.

"I'll get Aidan." As she turned away from him, Stiles couldn't hide his frown, nor the jealousy that sprang up from his gut. He'd been pining after Lydia for years and hadn't gotten her to look in his direction once, yet Aidan shows up and has her in under three days. It just wasn't fair. Life isn't fair, intoned the cynical part of him.

Swallowing hard, he scrolled through his contacts. He needed to reach Scott, yet along the way, he couldn't stop his gaze from lingering on one particular number and the name attached.

Katherine.

His thumb hovered over it, but he physically couldn't press it. This was a pack matter, and he doubted she'd help him. Stiles didn't quite trust her yet; he hadn't a clue why the vampire was in Beacon Hills, and he hoped, one day, that she would tell him the real reason. Besides, as far as his friends knew, she was merely a study buddy. Plus, they didn't know she was a vampire—a werewolf's worst enemy.

Undesirably, Lydia's soft words reached his ears. Something about her tone as she talked to Aidan didn't sit right with him. She was as stern as always, but it was also affectionate. Too affectionate. He fought back a scowl.

She was never yours to begin with, a voice hissed within his mind.

He dialed Scott. "Hey man," Stiles began when his best friends answered, "where are you?"

"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?" Isaac asked as he jumped down a set of stairs. Stiles rolled his eyes at the attempt to show off—no doubt intended for Allison, who walked behind Stiles with Lydia at her side. Stiles followed the werewolf at a much more modest pace, but he was still motivated in moving quickly given the circumstances.

"Yeah." Stiles confirmed. "And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome." Stiles waved his hands about for emphasis as he led the group down the hall. Things were getting crazier and crazier in this town. When the nogitsune began to really rear his head . . . well, things were going to get much worse.

"Did you say flies?" Lydia asked, halting. She was frowning as if he'd confirmed something she would've rather not known.

"Lydia?" Allison stopped with her, throwing her best friend a cautious glance. Stiles spun around to face the Banshee, light dawning in his eyes. Buzzing.

"All day I've been hearing this sound." Lydia shook her head, annoyed. "It's like . . ." She huffed, trying to recall where she'd heard it from. "This buzzing."

"Like the sound of flies?" Allison drew closer to her, raising an eyebrow at her friend. Stiles and Isaac drew closer to Lydia too. Her senses and the whole Barrow situation, it all had to be connected. All of them were growing anxious; they wouldn't announce it aloud, but they were all drawing the same conclusion. Lydia was a banshee, a being who predicted death and destruction. Was one of them about to die?

"Exactly like the sound of flies," Lydia agreed, grimacing. The trio surrounding her exchanged looks, frowning. Barrow and the flies were connected; they were all thinking it.

Stiles had a feeling. A terrible one. The timing of this was all weird, and deep down he could almost sense who was behind it all.

The fox was back, and he had a new trick up his sleeve.

I know it's been a while. Sorry 'bout that! As for the chapter, did you like? There's more coming up soon! I've just got to finish editing.