Scott opted on remaining silent. He flashed his eyes red to scrutinize his surroundings, but his loud thoughts clouded his mind and sight, he could barely focus on the task at hand.

Even in a clearing, he still couldn't catch a glimpse of Matt's whereabouts.

"Seriously, I pity you, Scott. I've been dead for so long and now, I can't find a single thing to envy in your position,"

He stood to his left, no... He was to the right; it became very easy for Scott to get confused very quickly, and it became equally very hard to chase Matt's hurtful words out of his consciousness. His head kept on frantically darting from one side to another, desperately trying to meet his enemy's eyes.

"This isn't really fun anymore, you know? Maybe I should head back to Argent and the rest of your little friends, maybe I'll enjoy my time with them more,"

"Leave them out of this! I am the one you want!" Scott couldn't hold his words to himself anymore.

"Who the hell said I wanted you? You truly think you're something special, don't you?"

Scott was at a loss of words, what was that supposed to mean? wasn't Matt there for a revenge? What else could he be trying to do?

"What do you mean?" he couldn't find anything better to say. There was no answer to his query, which led to him being more and more impatient, " Answer me!" he stood for a moment before screaming," Matt!"

It seemed it was Matt's turn to remain silent. Scott felt a swift breeze of cold air coming his way from the front, he was too late to notice the massive dark shape zooming towards him, and before he could react, he felt a significantly large hand clutch his leg around the tibia and flipped him over, he landed flat on his face.

He pushed himself off the ground, only to be sent back down by something he couldn't see, it came at him from behind that time. He sensed intense stinging on his back, he quickly reached his hand backwards as he struggled back up and realized it felt wet, the creature had deeply clawed him and ran for the hiding again.

Something hit his face right as lifted his head, and once again he was propelled to the ground, but once he didn't try to get up, he didn't move, he just laid there, looking at the night sky... Was there a solution for him there? Was there something he could do? Was his answer going to fall from the sky? Very unlikely...

"Giving up already?" Matt scuffed," Not that I didn't expect it, I didn't believe her when she told me you were an alpha anyway,"

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Who was she? Who could that mysterious woman Matt kept bringing up be? Was she the one that gave him his life back?

He knew he had no way of making it out on his own, not for that time, he was very underprepared to face Matt, or at least that was what he felt at that moment.

A miracule was what he thought he needed, yes, a miracle...

****

"Lydia, are you ok?" Melissa held Lydia's figure to prevent her from falling to the ground, the young woman seemed dazed.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore," she stuttered.

"What is it? What do you mean?" asked Melissa again.

"I can't hold back, they're all screaming," Lydia said as she brought her hands up and covered both her ears, she fell to her knees.

"It's happening," muttered Maylee looking at Lydia.

"What is happening?" Melissa had turned her attention towards the other banshee.

"They're all dying," she answered.

"What?" Liam freaked out," Who's dying?"

Maylee calmly turned towards him, but instead of answering his question, she said," You should go help them, they won't last long without you," Liam didn't budge, he simply gawked at her with the same terror filled look in his eyes so, she added, "They are right out the back door,"

Maylee slowly walked towards the hospital room door and pushed a scream out, which allowed her to clear the way for Liam to leave and go where he was supposed to, she then turned his way and using her head, she signaled him to run. After he obliged, she walked towards Melissa, picked the mountain ash packet, and recloser the circle to prevent the Oni from entering whenever they came back.

"You can hear what she hears?" asked Stilinski pointing at Lydia with his chin.

"Yes," she said simply.

"Why is it so painful for her and not to you?" Mason seemed to understand where the sheriff was heading with his question.

"You can say I am very used to it, and she's not," she then moved in front of Lydia and crouched, her demeanor shifting gradually, she had the look of a caring older sister to Lydia's regards, " Can you hear my voice?" she spoke in a smooth tone to the ears," I know you can, you're not just any banshee Lydia, you're a Martin,"

Lydia kept on rocking her upper body slowly back and forth, her eyes glued to a fixed spot on the ground, she seemed tuned out until Maylee uttered more words for her to listen," You're done it before, remember? You saved Malia and you weren't anywhere near her at that time, you can do it again, you can save all of them,"

Lydia's eyes shot up," How can I do that?" she murmured.

"Do what a banshee does best... Scream," Lydia's skeptical eyes convinced Maylee to say more, "Scream like there's no tomorrow and don't worry, you won't hurt anybody,"

"How do you know that?" Lydia asked, tears streaming down her face.

"Because you don't want to hurt anybody, and you know how not to do that, you'll save everyone,"

Lydia thought fast, in the span of a few seconds, and little by little, her breathing fastened, her confidence grew, her thoughts aligned, and priorities sorted, she wanted to save her friends, all of them, and if all she needed to do, was to scream her lungs out like there was no hope, then that was exactly what she was going to do.

With that in mind, she let it all out in a single blow, it went on for several seconds, everyone around her clasped their hands to their ears, but none of them really got hurt, they all survived her scream, Maylee didn't even flinch, a big bright smile on her lips.