After months of being hunted by the Japanese Oni, being possessed by an evil spirit, preventing ritual sacrifices, and trying not to be killed for millions of dollars because of the deadpool, the pack had pretty much forgotten about Werewolf hunters. Your mistake.

It had started innocently enough; Kira, Lydia, Scott, and you were walking to Derek's loft late one night. You had made a joke. Kira and Scott were laughing, and Lydia was blushing as she playfully hit you on the head with her book.

Suddenly, there was the soft but deadly sound of an arrow flying by, and as it hit the wall behind you, a blindingly white flash of electricity exploded, illuminating the street. You hear a shink sound as Kira pulls her sword from its sheath, followed quickly by a growl from Scott. You can't see much still, but you can register a street light a ways away and glowing red eyes.

Regular arrows begin flying from the tops of the buildings. Oh, come on! You think to yourself. Can't we just get, like, a week of vacation from people trying to kill us?

You see Lydia standing by Kira, unsure of what to do. Me too, Lydia, you think, slightly bitterly. The shapeshifters are always able to fight, whereas Lydia and Stiles are better suited for making the plans. Suddenly, you see a silhouette of a person melt out of the shadows, a crossbow pointed at the unaware Banshee.

"Lydia!" You scream. "Kira, behind you!" At the speed of lightning, Kira turns, and her sword cuts the arrow in half as it's fired at Lydia.

The two girls and you take a breath of relief. But the moment is cut short by a familiar voice shouting-

"STILES!"

You turn, fast enough of see out of the corner of your eye an arrow coming at you. You always expected that when you were about to die, you'd see your life flash before your eyes, but nothing happens. At that moment, the world seems to slow down, your mind becoming numb.

Just as the arrow is about to hit you, a dark figure jumps in front of your body, shielding you. You hear a yell of pain, and are concerned because it isn't your voice. You hear Lydia scream and something hit the ground.

Your mind is still numb. Blearily, you look to the ground.

Scott's lying there, an arrow protruding from his chest. Your brother's blood is spreading, staining the asphalt.