"Starling City? Seriously? That's where we're moving now?" Jackson scoffed. "What, London isn't good enough for dad? Not enough business here? He was doing just fine in Beacon Hills-"

"Sweetie, you have to understand something. Your father's business is relocating to Starling City and he's been offered a position that he can't refuse. He's already said yes."

Jackson closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, trying to control the wolf side of him. Once it was calm, he looked his mother in the eye. "Fine. But I won't like it there. I didn't like it here either. I want to go home. To Beacon Hills."

His mother sighed, and it was her turn to close her eyes. "I know you miss Lydia, sweetie. And all of your other friends. But there's no business in Beacon Hills. Everyone is leaving because of these odd animal attacks that's been going on for over a year. Everyone is scared." This made Jackson grin, but his mother didn't see his smirk. "I'm sure you'll make some new friends at your new school. You're a likeable young man. Charming, intelligent, oh and can't forget handsome!" She winked and rubbed her son's back. "Don't you worry about a thing, Jacky. You'll be fine. You're a survivor. You always have been."

Jackson couldn't disagree with her. He survived a car crash that killed both his birth parents before he was even born, arriving into the world by emergency C section from his dead mother's womb. He survived a werewolf attack. Hell, he was once a freaking homicidal lizard that killed people and poisoned them with his claws. Not to mention that he was a werewolf now. In a way, he was still surviving.

"Should I go pack then? Clean my room out for the second time in a row?"

"No need. Your father hired on some workers to pack away our belongings our flight leaves in an hour."

Jackson scoffed again. "Wow. And when were you going to tell me this? Were you just going to take me for a drive and just go to the airport and say 'Oh by the way Jacky we're moving back to America sorry for the delay in telling you'"

His mother's face went red and she looked down at the stone floor. "Jackson, I think you're overreacting-"

"You're damn right I'm overreacting! I'm tired of moving around! I'm a teenager who just wants to settle down and hang out with his friends and eat junk food and play lacrosse! I want to be normal!" But I'm not because I'm a werewolf

"Jackson..."

"No. I don't want to hear it. I'm going upstairs to grab the rest of my crap and get ready to go to the airport. You said we leave in an hour, right? Then let's not waste any time." He stomped upstairs without another word to his mother, but he saw the look on her face when he walked away, and his heart sank to his stomach. He hated arguing with her but he was much too upset to care.

On the plane, Jackson was tweeting Danny the situation. Danny was surprised but glad that Jackson was moving back to the US.

lacrosseking Starling City? Good luck there man. Heard there was some kind of manmade earhquake there. Killed 503 people

Jackson raised an eyebrow. foreveragoalie Seriously? How the hell does someone make an earthquake?

lacrosseking No idea. It was pretty bad though. City's doing it's best to recover. Guess your dad will be doing lots of charity work there?

foreveragoalie Beats me. I'm just being strung along on their crusades as usual. I'll text you when I'm there ok?

lacrosseking Cool man. Safe fliying bro. Ttyl

Jackson looked out the window of the plane and sighed heavily. The mantra he was repeating over and over in his head was starting to sound unbelievable and was getting on his nerves. Of course he wasn't going to like it in Starling City. Especially not after what Danny had just told him. Manmade earthquake? What kind of sick person would do something like that? Jackson was pretty shallow, but not that shallow to the point where he didn't care about the lives of innocent people.

"There's the city. The huge skyscraper? That's Queen Consolidated. I'll be heading there tomorrow to make contract negotiations with their CEO," Jackson's father shook his head. "Such a shame about the Queen family. They've had a rough go of it recently."

"What do you mean?" Jackson glanced at his father. "Money problems?"

"Well, that and the fact that Mrs. Queen was a member behind the earthquake that struck the city a few months ago. She announced it over national tv. It was called The Undertaking. Basically it was a plane to rid Starling City of its outer region called the Glades. The Glades was made up of the lower class people. Bums, drug addicts, high school dropouts, you name it, they had it. The real mastermind behind The Undertaking was another billionaire, Malcolm Merlyn. He believed The Glades were a disease that needed to be destroyed. He died the night of the earthquakes, thank god. As did his only son Thomas."

Jackson scoffed. "He got what was coming to him anyway. A person like that doesn't deserve to live."

His father glanced at him through his glasses. "Yes, but who are we to play God? We don't decide who gets to live and who gets to die. Unfortunately, Starling City has its own Angel of Death called The Vigilante. Or The Hood, as some people call him. He's been killing those who were suspected to be behind The Undertaking and were stealing money from other people. Some consider him to be a hero. Others, a murderer."

"Huh. You really know how to pick where we live, don't you?" Jackson pulled his headphones over his ears before his father could answer, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of Lydia singing on a mixtape she made for him ages ago.

On the ride to their new house in the limo, Jackson watched the signs plastered on run down houses that looked like they've seen better days. "Blood for Mayor" "Death to the Queens" "RIP Glades" were some of the signs that he noticed, along with people scouring the sides of the road, standing next to firepits while trying to warm themselves up in the cold.

"Dad. Dad, tell the driver to stop here. I want to walk," Jackson shook his father awake. "I want to walk, dad."

"You want to walk here? With all these strange people out and about? You don't know what they'll do to you, sweetie..." His mother cringed as an old man got too close to the limo and stared into the window. He had to teeth and was covered in dirt and grime from the streets.

"Fine. Drop me off up there where all those lights are flashing."

His father shook his head. "You don't even know where we live yet, Jackson. How are you supposed to know where to go when you want to come home?"

"We live in an age of technology, dad. It's called texting. Now may I please get out here?" Jackson asked, sarcasm thick in his voice.

His father nodded. "Driver? Please stop here. My son wants to get out and walk."

"As you wish, Mr. Whittemore." The car pulled over and Jackson climbed out, quickly shutting the door behind him and taking in a breath of semi fresh air. The moon hung overhead, not full, thank god, and it lit up the block around him. From where he stood, he could hear laughter and music thumping from somewhere in the distance. Not even giving the limo a second glance, he followed the sounds.

Not surprisingly, it led him to a club...a really big club. People were stumbling out of it with huge smiles on their faces and drinks in their hand whereas there were even more people lined up outside waiting to get in. Must have been exclusive.

"You! You're late!" A huge African American boomed at Jackson. "Thea's looking for you. She's angry as hell."

"Wait, what? Thea?" He was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and shoved inside the club. Music roared in his eyes, nearly deafening his sensitive hearing. People shoved past him, drunk of course, but he apologized anyway and followed the flow of the crowd. There was a live dj playing house music, bartenders doing weird yet interesting tricks with the glasses they were serving with, and a balcony above his head filled with people. Also, the strobe lights were giving him a headache.

"There you are!" A voice shouted over the music. Jackson felt his bicep being grabbed and he was whipped around to face a very pretty girl, about his age or so, with shoulder length wavy hair and greenish-brownish eyes. She glared at him with such ferocity that Jackson actually had to take a step back in case she lashed out at him.

"Um...hi?" He said.

"Where the hell were you? You're late for work! And why are you wearing such...fancy clothes? I've never seen you wear John Varvatos before..."

Jackson laughed. "Look, lady...I don't know who you are or why you're pissed at me. I just moved here-"

"Look, I'm not in the mood for your jokes right now, okay? Go get your uniform on and get to work already before I fire your ass!"

"But I don't-" Jackson was pushed into a room that read "Staff Only" on the door, and nearly crashed into a man holding drinks. He apologized again and made a dash for the back door, getting weird looks from the men and women that were in the room. Naturally, he didn't care. She had obviously mistaken him for someone else.

"Hey, pretty boy. We aren't quite finished with what we started the other night. Where's our liquor? You promised us beer-"

"Look, buddy. I don't know who you and your little friends are. I don't work here. I just moved here from London, okay? My parents have money. They'll buy you whatever beer you need-"

Something silver flashed under the streetlights and Jackson dodged the knife that slashed at his face. Luckily he had inhuman reflexes or else his money maker would have been ruined. He ducked again as his attacker tried to make a move at him. He could feel the wolf inside him trying to break free, but he tried to calm it down.

"I'll cut you up into little slice kid, if you don't give us the damn beer!" The man shouted. He froze as he watched Jackson bend over and begin to breathe heavily. "What the hell is wrong with you, punk?"

Jackson felt a rumble rise out of his throat and felt his eyes shift. "You really don't want to get on my bad side..." He looked up and growled, causing the thug to back away in fear. He then lunged at Jackson, acting in fear and not anger, but Jackson was much too quick. Faster than the thug could even blink, he was thrown across the pavement, blood oozing from his lip and nose, ubt that didn't stop Jackson from advancing towards him once again.

"Hey! What the hell is going on down there?" A male voice rang out. Jackson turned only to see a red hoodie race by him and saw the hooded figure flip over a garbage can as it was thrown at him. A few grunts and sounds of punches filled the alley, and soon the thugs were running in the opposite direction, yelling and holding their faces in pain.

"Dude, you okay? You look like you were about to get the crap beat out of you..." The hooded figure chuckled. "Hey. You alright?"

Jackson breathed in deeply and settled the wolf inside him. Once his heartbeat was steady, he nodded and turned to face the hooded person. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm cool. What about you? That was some pretty cool stunts you did-"

"Holy...crap..." The hooded male whispered. "This is impossible...it can't be..." Jackson's heart leaped into his throat. Were his eyes still blue? Were his canines still long? Claws out?

"What's wrong?" Jackson asked.

"You..." The stranger stepped into the light and pulled down his hood, and Jackson couldn't help but stare in shock. The boy whose hood had hidden his face looked EXACTLY like him. Same color eyes, same nose, same jawline. Everything.

"How is this even possible?" The other teen asked. He reached out to poke Jackson, but Jackson backed away. "I'm not going to bite you, you know."

But I might Jackson thought to himself. "I...have to go. I'm sorry. Thanks for helping me with those thugs." He turned before the other boy could say another word, and ran home.