Two men walk quickly through heavy snow, the dull gleam of a street lamp illuminates their wind bitten cheeks. One is taller than the other, more muscular and bulky, the other is only a few inches shorter, with round lens glasses and thick auburn hair. Though you couldn't see their eyes, you could tell they were worried about something.

"You shouldn't have left her at home, Beck," the taller man says with a scottish accent to the one with glasses, who I now know is Beck.

Beck looks turn his head to look behind him as if someone is following them.

"Camille can hold her own. She's human, it gives her an advantage. Plus she's got Dylan and Mexico to keep her safe."

Their pace picks up, their hands shoved deep into their pockets and there heads turned down to fight the snow that whips angrily all around them.

Suddenly a gun shot rings through the air. Both the men jump and duck, neither is hit.

"They're here!" cries the bigger one, as he pulls out his own gun and aims into the dark forest where the gun shot came from.

There's shouting and three other men in dark suits jump out of the forest, each with guns. Beck's friend starts shooting at them, one falls to the ground and the other two shoot back, but since they're running, their aim is slightly off. A bullet grazes Beck's ear and he falls backward onto the snow covered street.

"BECK!" his friend roars then charges forward and tackles the man who shot him. The other man heads straight for Beck but before he can reach him Beck sits up and shoots him in the arm. The man yells and then scared, sprints away.

Beck scrambles for his glasses in the snow and shoves them on his face before he sprints after the man who he shot in his arm. Beck's friend still struggles with the other man. He has him in a choking headlock.

Beck follows the man through the thick brush, the twigs and thorns scratching at his face and clothes. He's breathing hard and the flaps of his over coat flap relentlessly in the wind.

They burst into an open field where there are several boxes and baskets, waiting for something like a helicopter to come pick up. The man pulls out a gun and quickly points it up into the air and shoots, a red flare bursting from it's barrel and into the pink sky. Beck jumps on him and tackles him to the ground, shoving his face in the bitter wet snow. They struggle for a bit, but eventually Beck cuts off his air and he becomes limp beneath him.

Beck sighs and breaths heavily, using the back of his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Beck!" His friends calls from behind him. He emerges from the forest and runs over to where Beck sits.

"I saw the flare!" he exclaims, wiping the snot from his face. Beck nods.

"I think someone is supposed to come pick up these boxes. Someone in a helicopter, so we better get moving."

His friend helps him up. "But what if there is something in those boxes? Something important?"

"Cooke, we don't have time. If he shot the flare that means they are close."

Cooke shakes his head. "But helicopters don't have good visibility in the snow. We have an advantage, we still have time."

"Fine, you scan the left side, I'll scan the right," Beck finally agrees. They walk briskly over to each side.

TOLMACA ENT. is printed in large letters on the side of every box.

"Tolmaca?" Beck whispers to himself as he adjusts his glasses. Blood drips from his ear but he doesn't notice.

He goes from box to box, opening each one to find different kinds of guns and lots of papers, written in a language that Beck doesn't understand.

There's a larger box in the middle of the mess with a tarp strapped over it. He pulls a knife from his pocket and slices the thick tarp and tares it off in one swift movement.

He's astonished at what he sees in front of him. In the small cage is a young girl, who looks to be two or three years old. She's shivering and is staring at him with bright yellow eyes.

"Cooke!" Beck yells in an almost frightened sounding tone. He crouches down and fiddles with the lock, trying to get it undone.

Cooke appears behind him and gasps. "Beck?"

"I don't know," he says as he takes out his gun and uses the butt of it to break open the lock and open the top of the cage.

"What are you doing? We can't take her with us!"

"But we can't leave her here, she'll freeze to death," Beck reaches out towards her and she shies away.

"And the rest of this stuff? We'll just leave it here?"

Beck pauses for a moment as he tries to make a decision. The strong wind whips his thick hair around all over his head.

"I guess so. We just can't leave her here, she's one of us, that's why they have her," he says as he pulls her necklace away from her quivering chest. It's a moonstone.

"A werewolf? This young?" Cooke exclaims.

Beck's yellow eyes evaluate the young girl's necklace. "There's only thing we can assume."

"She wasn't bitten."

Beck shakes his head. "She was born one."

They look at each other before a large light appears over there head, and a sound of loud thumping echos through the night air.

"Time to go," Cooke says as Beck reaches in a grabs the small girl up into his arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he shouts to the girl so he could be heard over the noise of the helicopter.

They sprint into the forest while bullet shells ricochet all around them. Beck hugs the girl close to his chest as they sprint through the forest and back into the street where they were attacked earlier.

"Lead them away Cooke! I'll meet you at the house!" Beck screams as they sprint down the street, the helicopter following them.

Cooke turns around and shoots at the helicopter, running farther down the street, jumping back and forth dodging bullets.

Beck leaps into the forest on the other side and the helicopter does not follow. He runs through the forest, his breaths coming out in wheezes. He's tired, but he's not stopping.

"Dylan! Camille!" he cries out in an exasperated voice as he reaches a large house, perched on top of a hill.

A porch light flickers on and a young man and women step out. The young man is holding a large rifle. The young woman runs out into the snow towards Beck and grabs the girl before Beck almost collapses. She stares at him with confusion in her bright blue eyes.

"Camille, take her inside, get her warmed up and let her use some of your clothes," he says, having to take a breath every other word.

Camille nods and with the little girl in her arms, she runs back into the house. The man is immediately at Beck's side.

"Where's Cooke?"

"He had to lead away the helicopter, it was the humans, they were shipping all these boxes somewhere. That girl was inside one of them. She's one of us."

His eyes widen. "How'd they find her?"

"I don't know Dylan, but right now we need to go find Cooke."

Dylan nods and they turn so that they stare off into the woods, both of their yellow eyes reflecting from the porch light. Their image seems to swirl, the different colors of their surroundings mixing and suddenly everything goes black.

Four words echo into the blackness.

"She's one of us."

I open my eyes and suddenly I'm awake.

"That's it? That's everything?" Bella asks me as we sit in my garage. I'm fixing up some motorcycles we planned on riding. We were supposed to be studying and doing homework, but it didn't seem like that was actually going to happen.

I nodded. "Yeah, just about."

"So she's actually just going to pack up all her stuff and leave?"

I yanked on the wrench and the piece of metal on the bike snapped into place. I leaned back, pleased with my work. "Spose' so."

She frowned and switched the radio off. I looked at her questionably.

"After everything she did, you really expect her to just leave?"

I shrugged. "If that's what Old Quil believes, than yes. I believe it. I trust Old Quil. If he knew she wasn't going to leave, he wouldn't have behaved so calmly."

"I just don't trust her. I mean she tried to kill you right?"

I laughed. "So you actually do care about me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course I care about you Jake. I've always cared about you."

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it."

She smiled. "So are we finally ready to ride again?"

I stood up and kicked the kickstand out from underneath the bike. "Yes, let's just try not to crash again shall we?"

We rode our motor bikes all through La Push, just like friends, just like the old times. Though something was different this time. I used to be so in love with her, I had wished every second that I could imprint on her, but now things were different. Now that Raley had come along and made me believe she was my imprint, I couldn't look at Bella the same way. But the thing was, I still wasn't quite sure I had imprinted on Raley. You were supposed to be so attached to her it was hard to leave her alone and not be wishing every second to be with her. I didn't feel that with Raley. Yes, I felt a strong bond, but not that strong. Hell, I was actually ok with letting her leave. Though I still wanted to find out what she knew.

And with her leaving, meant I would have to give her diary back. Which I did not want to happen. She was would be so angry with me, she might even try and kill me again.

"I think Charlie is coming over for dinner tonight. Maybe Sam and Emily too," Bella says to me as we wheel our bikes into my garage.

"Oh," I say, not really surprised. "I actually might have to run a quick patrol before then."

She swallowed. "Have you guys caught Victoria yet?"

I shook my head as I put the bikes on their kick stands. "No. We chased her out of the hot springs and into Canada. We haven't seen her since."

Her face paled and she began to slightly shake.

"I'm sorry Bella. I don't mean to scare you. You shouldn't be worried, we won't let them get anywhere near you," I reassure her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into a hug.

"It's not me I'm worrying about," she mumbles into my chest.

I chuckle. "You're silly. Hunting and killing vampires are easy. It's actually the funnest thing to do in this whole mess."

I throw the large tarp over the two bikes before we head inside for dinner. I decide not to do the patrol, cause Bella still seems a little shaken up. Billy orders pizzas, two large pizzas. I eat one for myself. Sam and Emily come over and Emily brings cake that makes Charlie light up for the whole rest of the night. I'm jealous of their happiness, but I try not to show it.

After dinner everyone leaves, I say goodbye to Bella, wait for Charlie's and her car to disappear, then head out into the forest to do my patrol. I don't think about my dream while I run. I don't want anyone to know what I've seen. The dream seemed so real, like it actually happened. I think it did.

Instead I think about Bella, so the others don't suspect anything. Maybe, if the Cullen's never come back, Bella will finally see what a perfect match we are for each other, and she'll forget about them completely. And then maybe the vampires will stop coming here, and kids will stop phasing. I was only a sophomore at the time but I looked like a senior...maybe even a freshman in college. I wasn't that much older. Raley on the other hand, was in her early twenties. Seemed a little wrong for me to be so attracted to her.

After patrol, I'm exhausted and can barely make it to bed before I collapse into another deep sleep. Tonight, the dream starts where it left off.

Beck and Dylan carry in Cooke, who's moaning and saying many incoherent things. They get him into the house and call out to a boy named Mexico. A young hispanic boy comes out from a room and motions for them to follow him.

"Get some alcohol and some tweezers, we have to get these bullets out before they set in his skin." Beck's voice is calm, but authoritative. Mexico obeys every word.

They clear the table off, throwing papers and books off into a mess on the floor. They lay him gently onto the table.

"Cooke, stay with me man," Dylan says earnestly, holding his face with both hands.

Mexico runs into the room and hands Beck the supplies. His face is filled with concern.

"Camille's been trying to help the little girl but she won't let her. Camille said her arm is broken and has healed in the wrong position," Mexico says to Beck.

Beck rubs his forehead. "Let me take care of Cooke and I'll be right up. She may only respond to a familiar face."

He walks over to Cooke and stands so he's staring down at him. "This is going to hurt Cooke, and I'm sorry."

He rips his shirt off to reveal his pale, muscular upper body. There are three bullet wounds, one just below his left shoulder and the other two in his abdomen. Beck pushes his moonstone off his chest so that it clangs onto the table. Mexico and Dylan hold him down to the table so he'll stay still.

Beck starts with the bullet by his shoulder. He has to cut through a bit of his skin to get to it because it has already started healing.

Cooke screams as Beck sticks the tweezers into the bullet wound to pull it out. Once it's out Beck holds it up to the light, adjusting his glasses as he evaluates the bullet.

"They aren't silver. They're regular bullets. Cooke my dear friend, you have gotten very lucky today."

Beck proceeds to take out the last two, but not with some difficulty, for his skin has already healed over the bullets. The agonizing screams seem to echo through the whole house, and it gives Camille the chills as she stands at the bottom of the stairs, her arms wound around her own body as if to hold herself there.

"Camille, it's not a good idea for you to be here," Beck says as he starts to pour alcohol on the open wounds. Cooke cries out in pain again.

Camille doesn't move, but the tears forming in her eyes slowly begin to fall down her pale cheeks.

"Come on Camille, get out of here, that little girl needs your attention," Dylan says to her annoyed.

But she ignores him and continues to stand there, her eyes fixed on Cooke's pained face.

Beck's face is covered in a thick sweat as he cleans each wound, placing a cloth over each one and pressing down so it would heal more properly. It didn't take long for the pure white cloths to turn a complete blood red.

Mexico helps him with the two bullet wounds in his abdomen, and eventually Cooke's screams turned into low painful moans.

"Dylan, will you get some bandages and medical tape for me please?" Beck asks as he presses a little harder on the wounds.

As Dylan returns with the supplies, Beck is finished and tells Mexico and Dylan to bandage him up.

"When you're done with that, come get me so we can carry him up to his room? He's going to need some rest."

He wipes his bloody hands off with a wet towel before he follows Camille upstairs to where the little girl is hiding.

"She's in here," Camille says, pointing to a closed door. "She won't let anyone near her."

Beck nods and slowly opens the door. The little girl sits in the back corner behind a rocking chair, her whole body quivering with fear. He walks slowly towards her, holding his hands up in innocence. She shies away when he crouches down in front of her.

"Hey," he says softly to her, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like those men that hurt you. I'm here to help you, you're safe with me. You're safe now. Nobody is going to hurt you, ok?"

She stares at him with wide and frightened eyes.

"Are you hungry? I'm sure you're very hungry. Would you like some toast?"

She slowly nods her head, her body still quivering uncontrollably. Beck turns around to look at Camille who stands at the door, watching silently.

"Will you go make her some toast?" he asks her nicely and she turns and leaves, with no expression on her face. Beck turns back to the girl.

"If you come out of that corner, we'll get you on some warm clothes so you aren't so cold. I'll even start a fire down in the fireplace downstairs to warm you up faster."

She doesn't move, so he slowly reaches out to touch her small face. She doesn't flinch back when he does it.

"What's your name?" he whispers softly to her. She shakes her head, and hides her face from his yellow eyes.

Beck stares at her with deep concern in his bright yellow eyes, when suddenly his image swirls, the colors blending together, mixing into a blackish mush and everything turns black.

"We'll name you Raley, after my wife," Beck says in the blackness.

And once again I am startled awake, but this time, I know these aren't just dreams.

One of my favorite chapters to write! If you've figured out where these dreams are coming from, review! Beck is one of my favorite characters that I've created and I really want to get more into his character as well as Raley's and the rest of the pack's. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I certainly did! :)