A pack meeting was called and they meet at the newly rebuilt Hale house to discuss something unexpected, the mysterious change of Jackson Whittemore. After Derek bit Jackson and nothing happened everyone just assumed the bite didn't take and so saw no reason to let him into the pack. While they all got together to discuss the mysterious goings of the town, the wolves and their two humans were content in letting Jackson do whatever he wanted since they knew he would never tell anyone about the creatures living in the small community of Beacon Hills. Stiles was the first one to notice Jackson getting progressively sick and Danny was the only one who noticed when he missed school for a week after. But when he came back he did so as a completely changed person, or so they assumed since Jackson no longer spoke to anyone, not even Danny. If he was popular before for being handsome and talented at lacrosse, his new silent demeanor had sent his popularity sky rocketing through the school. Jackson also did something that completely shocked the pack into finally taking an interest into what he had been doing for the past three month's, he quit the lacrosse team, with no explanation to the team or Coach. So here they were, sitting in the Hale house living room, Allison and Scott on the couch, Stiles in the love seat, and Lydia on the other couch facing Allison and Scott, the seats made a perfect three sided square facing the television.

"Maybe he finally realized what a completely asshole he is," started Lydia, "or maybe he got tired of his own bullshit."

"I don't think so, say what you will about his attitude, one thing no can deny is he really loved playing lacrosse and he would never quit the team just like that," scoffed Scott. They all sat staring at each other, thinking. After a couple back and forwards where Scott and Stiles talked about what an asshole Jackson was a silence fell over the room.

"Why is this even something we're worrying about," asked Lydia, not caring in the slightest what Jackson had been doing. The question was a good one and had the group wondering exactly why they were worrying; it was possible that Jackson's ego got so huge that this was the only possible outcome of it. Derek just stood in the doorway watching the group discussion.

"It's more than just that he…its not just the big things like…it's everything else, it's the way he walks, the way he looks around, they way he…." Stiles didn't know how to continue and having everyone's eyes on him only made him more nervous. "He doesn't just push his way down the hall, he like weaves around everyone, he doesn't just sit in his seat in class he's always looking always watching like…like he's…afraid of something, I don't know…" Stiles felt guilty for thinking Jackson was an asshole though the last year he had been a huge asshole, but seeing the changes in him these past couple weeks had really scared him more than he was willing to admit to anyone.

"I never thought he was an asshole," said Allison as Scott pulled away from her.

"How can you say that he made my life hell in lacrosse, he's always there with a snide remark, an insult,"

"He was the captain, his job was to push you to your limits, and he only ever insulted you when you clearly wouldn't leave him alone, your always there poking him and poking him until he'd erupt. It seemed to me that as long as you left him alone he left you alone,"

"He was a bully, you saw the way he acted in school as if he were Lord Ruler and we were all Skaa," said Stiles, pushing down the twinge of guilt he felt, looking at Allison from the love seat.

"Did he ever hit you? Did he ever go out of his way to be mean to you? Cause from what I saw you all went out of your way to get in his face, especially you Scott, maybe if you'd just left him alone he wouldn't have bothered with you…."

The truth was Scott often had wondered whether Jackson hated him he wondered if Jackson was just an asshole or mean only because Scott went out of his way to prove he was better than him. He remembered asking Jackson whether he hated him and him saying no, that always made him feel weird whenever he had bad thoughts of Jackson, liking ripping him to pieces or clawing his pretty little face. He remembered growing up jealous of Jackson and hating him for always being that small amount better than him at everything he did. Which sitting here now made him wonder why he always tried so hard to compete with him, what exactly did he think Jackson had that he didn't…he wasn't sure.

"We're all of topic," said Derek finally participating, "it doesn't matter who he is or how he acts, we're here to discuss whether or not these changes are a risk to our pack and whether or not we're going to do something about it, so lets take a vote, take an interest, or mind our own business."

The pack sat in silence lost in their thoughts. But after an hour they had decided. Scott, Derek, and Lydia all thought it was best to just let it all play out, Jackson wasn't their concern. Only Allison and Stiles thought that something should be done.

Derek watched as all the teens piled into their cars and left after their decision had been made. He waited till he was sure they were all gone before he locked up his house and made his way to Jackson's. He hated the boy, for being a selfish, egotistical, pathetic little brat. He hated him for reminding him so much of himself. But most of all he hated him for having made him feel like such a failure. His first bitten and the boy was stupid enough to squander the gift that Derek gave him, he hated him for making Derek feel as if he'd failed him, and hated him more for making Derek feel as if he owed him. He could feel the rolling rage inside him for the boy…his failure.

He jumped onto the Whittemore roof without making a sound. He sniffed the air and made his way around the house to Jackson's room. The window was open and Derek climbed inside. There was the boy, writhing on his bed tossing and turning as if attempting to fight some unseen force and failing. Derek could see his bite on the boy's side, could see how it was red and stood out, barely scaring over. Jackson gasped and Derek moved into the shadows. He could hear Jackson heart skipping to a frantic beat and saw the boy rub his trembling hand across his face. He laid there, taking slow shallow breaths as his heart rate returned to normal. He sighed and let out a stuttering breath before turning his back to Derek who stood in the corner completely covered in darkness except for his glowing red eyes. Soon Jackson's breathing evened out and he was asleep again. Derek didn't know what that was, a nightmare maybe, all he knew was that for a brief second, right before he woke up, he smelled something different, something other than Jackson's smell, something feral and wild and all too familiar. But that was impossible…

What shocked him was the sudden wave of anger that burned through his body he could feel it sending rippling shocks through his skin. He walked over to the bed and lifted his clawed hand. Derek should have done this along time ago, the first time he saw Jackson, held the pathetic boy against his locker, he should have ended it there.

Jackson whimpered in his sleep, a small nearly chocked sound which paralyzed Derek. That sound, it made him tremble, spasm through the complete length of his spine and left him entirely confused. He lowered his hand and just stared at the boy wondering what the fuck that was. He slowly backed away from the boy hearing him make more of those small pathetic noises which made Derek feel…feel. He turned and leaped out the window. Jackson gasped and awoke with a start, trembling. He took deep gulping breaths until his heart finally slowed down. He sighed and again tried to go back to sleep. Derek listened from beneath his window.

Authors note: First of all Mistborn reference in there, second the story is unbeta'd. Last I havent really decided who Jackson will eventually end up with but its either gonna be Stiles or Derek, please leave kind reviews and thank you for reading.