(Macob, thank you for the review. However, due to the Twilight story line, which I planned to follow as far as Jacob's love interest; I can't have Jacob and Malia as a couple; at least not the endgame. They'll be close friends though.)

Scott's pov

It had now been six months since Bella, the Cullens, and Jake and his pack had arrived in Beacon Hills; and things with my Mom and Jake's dad had become rather serious; as we had accidentally overheard Billy Black pondering engagement aloud. After overhearing such a possibility; my fellow Alpha and I talked it over. We already worked well together, we were really close, and knew how much our parents loved each other. Independent of when they would get engaged and then married, we were fine and ready for it. Eager, even. We would always miss our fallen parents, but this new chapter in our lives was welcome and would bring about even more excitement than our regular days already held.

We were having a pack meeting; all of us but Malia and Jake; who were out on a date. However, Jake had been present when the plan was first concocted, so he could clue in the werecoyote. I hope they were having a good time.

Jake's pov

Mali and I had gone out for a pizza and a movie since I had already explained our plan against our current foes to her; foes that we were to take down by using the element of surprise to welcome them to Beacon Hills, as they were coming from Forks, Washington: where my family, Bella and the Cullens used to live. However, as we were leaning in for a kiss in the middle of the not-so-scary horror movie, I heard a noise; a gunshot going off. In no time at all, the bullet had nestled itself in between my ribs; comfy, cozy and in no rush to move. I think it got tangled up in some nerves as well. Plus my healing had since stopped working; the bullet was laced with those components Scott had warned us about. I could feel myself slipping, looking into Malia's tearful eyes as she begged me not to go.

Scott's pov

I let out a painful whimper, as I had been the one right next to Lydia as she let out her signature banshee blood-curdling scream. That was never a good sign. Stiles, my best friend and her boyfriend asked at once

"What is it?"

She was stammering and crying; almost hyperventilating

"Ja-Jake. Movies... shot. Dying. A bullet made for a wolf, with all three components; he's dying, he's not healing!"

We went off at once, me calling my Mom, Billy,Deaton and Carlisle Cullen, who was a doctor; on the way. We would need all hands on deck.