The McCall house was alive with tension as the pack gathered around the dining table, maps, notes, and books spread across every surface. Lila sat at the edge of the chaos, her hands trembling as she clutched the old book they'd found at the hospital. The buzzing in her head was quieter now but still there, like an echo of the vision she'd seen.

Stiles was out there, in the train station, waiting for her to find him.

"Let's go over what we know," Scott said, his voice steady as he tried to lead the group. His alpha presence grounded everyone, even though uncertainty clouded his features. "The Ghost Riders are taking people to this… train station. It's some kind of limbo where they're erased from existence."

"But why?" Malia asked, her claws scraping against the table as she fidgeted. "Why take people at all?"

"They feed off the memories," Lydia said, flipping through her book of lore. "Every person they erase adds to their power. It's not just about taking people—it's about erasing their impact on the world."

Lila looked up, her voice quiet but firm. "That's why we can't remember Stiles. The Ghost Riders didn't just take him—they erased everything he's ever done, every connection he ever had."

Scott's jaw tightened. "But you remember him."

"Barely," Lila admitted, her fingers tracing the edge of the book. "It's like holding onto smoke. Every time I think about him, it feels harder to picture his face, to hear his voice."

Lydia closed her book with a snap. "The fact that you remember anything means there's still a connection. The Ghost Riders didn't completely sever it. That might be the key to finding him."

A Plan Takes Shape

Scott leaned over the map of Beacon Hills, his finger tracing a path along the ley lines that converged at the Nemeton. "If the train station is limbo, it has to be connected to our world somehow. The Nemeton is the strongest supernatural beacon we have—it might be the doorway."

"It's always the Nemeton," Stiles would've quipped if he were here. Lila could almost hear his voice, but the memory was faint, like a radio just out of tune.

"We can use the Nemeton," Lydia said, her voice sharp with determination. "But it's going to take all of us. Banshees are tied to death—we can reach into limbo. Scott's alpha power can stabilize the connection, and Malia and Liam can guard us."

"What about me?" Lila asked, her hands clenching into fists. "I have to be part of this."

"You are," Lydia said, meeting her gaze. "Your banshee hum is tied to him. It's your connection to Stiles that's going to guide us."

Lila nodded, her resolve hardening. "Then let's do this."

Nightfall at the Nemeton

The pack gathered at the Nemeton under a moonless sky. The clearing was eerily quiet, the air thick with the weight of the task ahead. Lila stood at the edge of the twisted tree, her heart pounding as she placed her hands on its rough bark. The hum in her head grew louder, more insistent, as if urging her forward.

Scott stepped beside her, his alpha eyes glowing faintly. "We'll find him, Lila. I promise."

She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Lydia moved to her other side, her expression calm but focused. "Close your eyes," Lydia instructed. "Focus on the hum. Let it guide you."

Lila obeyed, her eyes fluttering shut as she let the buzzing fill her senses. The sound grew sharper, almost painful, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, searching for the faint thread of Stiles' presence.

"There," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can feel him."

The air around the Nemeton shimmered, the faint glow of its supernatural energy intensifying. Scott placed his hands on the tree, channeling his alpha power into the connection, while Lydia began to hum softly, her banshee abilities resonating with Lila's.

The world around them seemed to shift, the edges of the clearing blurring as the connection to the train station grew stronger. Lila's heart raced as she saw flashes of the station—the endless tracks, the suffocating darkness, and then…

"Stiles!" she screamed, her voice breaking.

Stiles' Perspective

In the train station, Stiles stumbled to his feet, his heart racing as he heard Lila's voice echo through the void. "Lila?" he shouted, his voice raw. "Lila, I'm here!"

The shadows around him began to ripple, the oppressive silence breaking as a faint glow appeared in the distance. He ran toward it, his breath ragged, his desperation fueling him.

"Don't stop!" he yelled, his voice shaking. "I'm coming!"

Back at the Nemeton

Lila's body trembled as she clung to the Nemeton, her grip tight as the connection threatened to overwhelm her. "He's close," she gasped. "I can feel him."

"Hold on," Lydia urged, her voice steady. "Don't let go."

Scott growled, his alpha roar vibrating through the air. "We're not losing him."

The shimmer around the Nemeton intensified, and for a brief moment, Lila saw him—Stiles, running toward her, his face pale but determined.

"Lila!" he shouted, his hand outstretched.

"Stiles!" she screamed, reaching for him.

The Connection Breaks

Just as their hands were about to touch, the shimmer around the Nemeton collapsed, the connection severed. Lila fell back, gasping for breath as Scott caught her.

"No!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "He was right there. I almost had him."

"We'll try again," Scott said, his voice firm. "We're not giving up."

Lila looked up at him, her resolve hardening. "Neither am I."

She could still feel the hum, faint but present. Stiles was out there, and she wasn't stopping until she brought him home.