The sisters had only been gone a few minutes, probably not even five minutes total, but Stiles was really starting to feel antsy. He wished he'd had Malia come with him, even though she wasn't feeling well. That was a whole other issue, because she shouldn't be able to feel sick like she was. Her healing abilities should reject any virus that tried to affect her. It didn't make sense.
But he couldn't think about that right now. He needed to keep his focus on Lydia. He sighed and tried to force himself to take a slow, steadying breath. Where the hell were the girls, and Lydia?