Wow, look at her on time and everything. Shook.

Question of the Chapter: Would you guys actually want this to continue onto season 4? Because I feel like I've lost a lot of readers, which is completely my bad obviously.

I'm thinking of starting a new fanfic after this book ends, instead. Would you guys be up for another Teen Wolf? Or should we switch it up a bit?

I've done Hunger Games, Maze Runner, and now Teen Wolf. Let me know what you think.

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Scott eventually joined us in class, and we all sat waiting eagerly for Coach to arrive. Stiles and I were talking about what we might do after school, considering we'd never actually been out on a real date, when a loud clang sounded from Coach's office.

"Son of a bitch!" We heard the man yell.

Laughs rippled across the room and I noticed Stiles trying not to smile too noticeably. He didn't want any of the teachers to know that it had been us who had pranked Coach or we'd get detention for sure.

Coach entered the classroom, slamming the door open as he did so. "Mischief Night, Devil's Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil."

This just made the class laugh louder. Stiles and I looked at each other, smiling widely. Stiles was right, leaving my house last night was worth it.

"You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged?" Coach asked angrily. "A man's house is supposed to be his castle. Mine's a frickin' omelette," he snapped, smacking his hand down on Scott's desk.

He retreated to his own desk, to find a box wrapped in gift paper sitting on his desk. It was similarly wrapped to how Stiles had wrapped the box of screws that he'd left on the desk in Coach's office.

"Oh, this? We're gonna do this again?" Coach lifted the present off of his desk, before dropping it to the ground. I heard whatever was inside it smash somewhat."I don't think so."
Coach then proceeded to stomp on the box, completely smashing what was inside.

Stiles was definitely not attempting to hide his smile at this point, turning to Scott and I and laughing. He was definitely proud of his handiwork, but the gift on this particular desk was not from him.

Coach bent down to look at what had been inside the box, and found a card attached. Opening it, he read it aloud to himself, "'Happy Birthday. Love, Greenberg.'"

I choked on a laugh at this point, biting my lip to stop from being too loud. Poor Greenberg had just wanted to get his teacher a present.

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Once class was out, we started making our way to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, when I saw the Sheriff and his deputies walking the halls. Grabbing my boyfriend's hand, I caught his attention, "Stiles, why is your dad here?"

He stopped walking and looked over to where I was gesturing. "I'm not sure, but I'm gonna find out."

We changed directions, headed over to the man who, by the way he was walking, was here on business. His face looked worn and tired. Alongside whatever was happening, he was having to deal with Scott's dad watching his every move. It couldn't have been easy on him.

"Dad, hey, dad," Stiles called, stepping in front of his father and stopping the man in his tracks. "What're you doing here?"

"Stiles, I really don't have the time right now," His father sighed, trying to get past his son. Finding it almost impossible, he let his head drop for a moment. "We're trying to find William Barrow. He was spotted nearby here. Now, let me be."

In all Stiles' shock, the Sheriff managed to slip by him. But then Stiles woke up, chasing his father, still holding onto my hand. "Wait a minute, wait a minute! The William Barrow? The Shrapnel Bomber? Spotted nearby?"

"A little closer than nearby, actually," his father admitted as he stopped to speak in a quieter voice to the two of us.

I felt myself move closer to Stiles, slightly scared by the thought. William Barrow - the Shrapnel Bomber - was a man who killed a bus full of school kids with a bomb filled with nails and such. No one knew why he had done it, and I think that's what made it slightly scarier.

And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Scott's dad was making his way down the hallway. He was followed by some of his colleagues, as well as the vice principal. He was sending them to check rooms and such, searching for Barrow.

"Dad, what's really going on here?" Stiles asked, his inquisitive nature taking hold. If he didn't ask, I definitely would have.

"Barrow was brought in for emergency surgery, no other hospital in the county was willing to take him on," The Sheriff begun, giving us a play-by-play of what had occurred today. "But something went wrong during the surgery. They went to remove a tumour, when it burst open and all these flies came out. And then he somehow got out."

It was a lot to take in, I found myself going over it all in my head. It seemed crazy, but anything was plausible in Beacon Hills. And yet, the look on the Sheriff's face was giving me a bad feeling.
"There's something else, isn't there?" I asked him softly.

Sheriff Stilinski seemed to hesitate, before stepping closer to me and his son. "You all need to be on your guard. I read the official report, of why Barrow killed those kids."

"Why did he do it?" I asked quickly, unsure whether I really wanted the answer.

"Their eyes were glowing. And I'm sure we can all think of a few more kids with that same characteristic."
I felt my heart clench as the Sheriff's eyes drifted my way for a moment, before trailing back to his son.
"Be careful, look out for each other."

We let the Sheriff get back to doing his job, while I stood in the hallway with my heart dropping through my stomach. This wasn't happening right now.

My chest felt like it was tightening, each time I took a break it felt like needles in my lungs. A murderer who specifically killed kids with glowing eyes was the last thing I needed to deal with. And wasn't exactly going to help me avoid moving in with my father.

"Hey, Riley, are you okay?" Stiles asked.

His voice pulled me back from the void I felt like I was about to fall into.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. We need to go and warn the others right now."

"Okay. Let's go and find them."

While other students went to the cafeteria for lunch, Stiles and I were sending urgent texts to our friends saying we needed to meet right now. So far, the only ones who had responded were Lydia, Allison and Isaac. I wasn't sure where Scott was. We had even sent texts to Ethan and Aiden but hadn't heard anything from them either.

We may not have liked them, but we weren't about to allow them to be killed by some crazy dude.

To those who replied, we had met with them in the hallway and told them everything the Sheriff had said. It was, understandably, a lot to take in.

"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes?" Isaac asked, making sure that he understood. "He said those exact words?"

"To the letter," I confirmed, following the others as we walked down the stairs in the hallway.

Stiles looked over his shoulder, "Plus, no one knows how he woke up from anaesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumour full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome."

"Stiles, no. That is no kind of awesome. That is disgusting," I told the boy.

"Riley, you watch the 'Saw' movies and don't squirm," Isaac scoffed.

I felt my cheeks warm at being caught out. "That's different. That's not real."

Isaac raised his eyebrows, before laughing. "Okay, we'll just pretend that you don't find that on any level, slightly cool."

I was going to answer, when I noticed Stiles watching Isaac and I. Noticing his expression, I found it best to change the topic. "Whatever. Back on track, please. He had a gross tumour full of flies."

"Are you sure it was flies?" Lydia was trailing, but this made her stop.

Allison said the girl's name, confused by the question.

"All day I have been hearing this sound," she insisted. "It's like. . . this buzzing."

"Like the sound of flies?" Allison attempted to clarify.

"Exactly like the sound of flies."

We were all standing in a circle at this point. As soon as Lydia said this, it was like a veil had dropped over us all. Everyone's expressions darkened, knowing this wasn't a good sign.

I ran a hand through my hair, pursing my lips. "Considering you're a banshee, Lydia, I don't think this is something we should ignore."

"So, what do we do then?" She asked.

I turned to my boyfriend, knowing there was someone who may have an idea.
"We need to go and find Scott."

Stiles nodded his head, "Okay. You three, be careful. Text us if you see any sign of the guy or any news."

Once Allison, Lydia and Isaac agreed, Stiles and I made our way down a separate hallway in search of our Alpha friend. It was surprisingly not that hard.

Just a few hallways away, right near our history classroom, Scott was standing up against a wall.

Stiles ran up to the boy, throwing his hands in the air, "Hey, dude, where the hell have you been?"

Before Scott could answer, Lydia was beside us all.
"Lydia? I thought you were with Allison?" I questioned.

She shrugged, "You guys said to let you know if anything happened. The police are leaving." She made eye contact with Stiles, "Why are they leaving?"

"The police?" Scott asked.

"You missed a bit between the start of the day and lunch, Scottie," I told the boy.

Stiles took the liberty of answering Lydia's question. "They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here."

Scott, still having no idea what we were talking about, tried to get a word in. "Who? What are you guys. . ."

"He has to be here," Lydia insisted, frustration lacing her tone. "That sound. . . the buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder."

"How loud?" Stiles sighed, not really wanting an answer to that question.

Lydia listened for a moment, before looking at the rest of us, "I can barely hear anything else."

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"You're leaving me here, that is the worst," Stiles called to his dad.

Lydia and I stood over by the door to the school as we waited for him to return. I thought it best that he spoke to his dad alone this time. He might've had more luck convincing him one-on-one.

He was trying to get his dad to withhold removing the police from the school because of Lydia's feeling. From the words I picked up on here and there, it sounded like someone had reported spotting Barrow somewhere that wasn't the school.
But, by the sounds of it, the conversation on getting them to stay hadn't gone as well as Stiles had wanted it too.

Stiles walked back over to Lydia and I, his shoulders low in defeat. Even with his father knowing everything that was going on in this town, there was only so far he could bend the law for us.

"What now?" I asked.

Stiles thought for a moment, before grabbing out his phone. "Plan B."

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"The Bestiary is literally one thousand pages long. If I'm going to find anything about flies coming out of people's bodies, it could take me all night."

Apparently the next plan of attack was having Allison let us read her family's Bestiary.

"Well, we have until three p.m." I informed her, not exactly boosting moral.

Lydia shushed me, before speaking directly to Allison. "And remember, the word in archaic Latin for fly is musca."

"Got it," Allison nodded, before lifting the window up in the classroom. She said she'd text us if she found what we were looking for, before climbing out of said window.

After she was gone Stiles, Lydia and I reconvened. "So, the werewolves are tracking Barrow's scent, but our ordinary noses will have to be enough. We need to help them look, or we'll run out of time." I stated.

"Where do we start?" Lydia asked, agreeing to my plan.

Stiles looked at the clock, which read two-thirty, before suggesting that we start upstairs. It would be easier to make our way downward. Plus, apparently downstairs was where the werewolves had started, and we would be meeting them in the middle.

But considering the time, we needed to hurry up, or we'd never find him before school got let out. Who knows what will happen then.

Just as we were about to head upstairs, something loud clanged from below our feet. And yet, Stiles and Lydia didn't react.
"Did you guys hear that?" I asked softly.

Stiles stopped to listen, before shaking his head, "Hear what?"

I listened again, and heard the same sound. This time, Iooked to my strawberry blond friend. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, Riley. I don't hear anything."

When I heard the sound again, I spun and began to walk towards the stairs that lead to the basement. "You guys keep going, I'm going to go and check on them," I called over my shoulder.

"Riley-"

"I'll be fine, Stiles. Go start looking upstairs. We need to find this psycho."

Once I saw him nod, I ran faster in the direction of the sound. When I got to the basement, I was disappointed to see that the first pair of wolves I found were Ethan and Aiden.

"Riley? What are you doing down here?" Ethan asked, actually looking concerned.

"I- uh- I thought I heard something. I thought the sound was coming from the basement. It was like a clanging sound," I explained.

Aiden nodded, "We heard it, too. We haven't found anything yet, though. I think the sound was just the mechanical equipment down here."

I nodded, deciding it was better than option number two. I was about to leave, when I stopped myself. Facing them, I tried my best to look brave, "Why are you even still here?"

Aiden's shoulders squared as he looked down on me, "We're Omegas now; if we leave, we're basically dead. We need a pack, and your pack needs us."

I felt the warm air of the basement blow lightly against my flushed cheeks. "Or. . . I could just kill you now. Save us all the time," I suggested.

Aiden didn't take to this too well. His eyes glowed like they did earlier, his claws protruding from his fingers. "We only need an Alpha. We don't need you."

"You think you'll be able to get to me before I take all the air out of your lungs?" I threatened. "Don't think that I forgot how you told Deucalion to kill me too on the night you let my mother die."

This took Aiden by surprise, his guard lowering for a moment. Ethan stepped forward, placing a hand on his brother's chest to keep him back. "Look, Riley, we know you don't like us. Please, just give us a chance to prove that you can trust us. Just one."

I took a moment to think over his pleading question. They were desperate for a pack. Plus, Ethan wanted Danny, and Aiden wanted Lydia; hopefully that would be enough to keep them in line.
"One chance. If you screw us over, then you can test your luck on your own against all those enemies I'm sure you've made."

Aiden looked pissed, but he didn't get a chance to say anything, because the fire alarm began going off.