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Thanks especially to Dereksgirl24. You have reviewed every chapter so far with only positive feedback!

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There is no song in this chapter. The name of it comes from the song I was listening to as I wrote it. Helped me get into the spirit, hehe.

SONG: Of Wolf and Man - Metallica

Jackson glared. A threat in his eyes. Stiles scoffed and rolled his own eyes. Puh-leez. Jackson wasn't nearly as scary as he seemed to think he was. Even when he saw Jackson bow his head slightly, and his eyes flash icy blue for an instant. Stiles wasn't scared, just pissed. Out of every 'wolf in the pack, Jackson had the most trouble controlling his shift for some reason. Like he had more pulse-pounding moments than the rest of them. It must've been his anger problems that were the cause of that. Left over side effects from the steroids. Goddamn roide rage. He endangered the pack with his bullshit, and that was what pissed Stiles off.

Stiles awkwardly raised his hand in a cheery wave, giving Jackson a close-lipped smile, careful not to bare his teeth or look him in the eye. He wasn't scared of him, he really wasn't, he was just trying to avoid making it seem like he was challenging him, not wanting to start anything here in class, since the smell of he and Lydia all over each other was already challenge enough. Dominance battles could come later. Jackson just kept glaring at him. The teacher was talking, so they didn't have the opportunity to. He could feel Jackson's pissed off gaze on him the entire period. It was serving to piss him off pretty well, too.

His phone vibrated, and he discreetly pulled it out of his pocket to see that he had a text from Scott. He glanced behind him, to where Scott was sitting at the back of the room, an odd look on his face.

-What the hell is going on?-

The text read. Stiles sighed, not really sure how to answer him. He decided to play dumb.

-Class is boring. Wat's goin on w/ u?-

Send. He heard Scott's phone vibrate, and heard his angry little growl as he read the text, and Stiles almost laughed. As Scott typed a reply, the buttons on his phone sounded almost like they were cracking under the extra pressure, from his fingertips pushing too hard in his anger. Stiles' phone buzzed again, and he glanced at the text, trying not to grin.

-You KNOW what I mean! Why do you and Lydia smell like each other? Why does Jackson look like he wants to kill you? What did you do?-

Stiles scoffed. How nice of his best friend to automatically assume it was something he did. He texted back.

-L slept over. She & J had a fight. No sx. Gave her ride 2 skool. Thats it.-

Send. He didn't get another text, and he didn't look back at Scott once the rest of homeroom. When the bell finally rang, most people jumped up and rushed out, headed to the cafeteria for breakfast, including the teacher. A few people lingered, though. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Jackson, and Allison. This was a pack matter.

Stiles and Jackson locked eyes while the other three stood by, watching, ready to jump in if things got out of hand. Stiles couldn't help but think this was mostly Lydia's fault. They didn't say anything for a long time, just stared each other down. Jackson finally broke the silence.

"She's mine," he snarled, eyes flashing blue. Stiles almost laughed.

"I know," he said, voice calm. "No one's arguing that fact." He almost laughed again at the confusion clouding Jackson's eyes.

"Then, what-"

"She was upset and didn't want to be alone." Stiles shrugged, glaring pointedly at Lydia before looking back at Jackson, who was avoiding his gaze now. "Maybe you should think twice before being such a dick next time, yeah?" He had gone too far. A low warning growl rose up in Jackson's chest, and Stiles should have known better, knew better than to get Jackson angry because of his lack of control. Derek had warned him about it. But Stiles was never very good at following orders.

He was tempted to put Jackson in his place, to show him just who was the top dog in this pack, but hadn't yet because Derek urged him not to. He said to let everyone settle in, let them get accustomed to each other and to their new insticts and impulses. Then and only then would he allow any dominance battles to take place. But Stiles was just itching for it. For more than just the mock fights they had around the full moon, testing each other. He wanted to go at it for real and prove to them all that he wasn't a sissy anymore. That he was the dominant beta of this pack.

He knew, though, that this was not the time or place for that. He had much better control than Jackson, and when he detected Jackson's pulse rising, he knew what was about to happen.

"Allison, get the door," he murmured, low and quiet.

Lydia was standing behind Jackson, and Scott was standing behind him, both ready to come to the defense of the person they cared about more, if need be. Allison was just kind of hovering at the edge, not knowing what to do. That's why he had told her to get the door. He could feel Scott bristle behind him, at the nerve of him to give Scott's mate an order, but he didn't growl or freak out. Scott knew his place between the two of them without them having to fight about it.

Allison scurried over and shut the door firmly, clicking the lock in place. If Jackson was about to wolf out in the middle of school, they needed to keep anyone else from seeing him.

He was right on the brink, eyes flashing back and forth, muscles rippling. A deep snarl ripped through his chest, and Stiles braced himself as the change over took him. He was glad Jackson's back was to the door, so no one that happened to be passing by could see him through the window.

The comment Stiles had made was relatively harmless, not something he should have gotten so worked up over, but pairing it with the circumstances, Stiles could see his mistake. And now that the change had started, there was no going back until he managed to calm himself down. Stiles knew that wasn't happening unless he lost control first, unless he vented his anger at least a little bit. This was not the first time Jackson had done something like this, but usually they had Derek there to control him.

Jackson clenched his fists, nails digging into the skin of his palms and dripping blood. Stiles just stood in front of him, body tensed, but otherwise calm and collected, brown eyes locked with glowing icy blue ones. He was tired of waiting for something to happen, wanted to get it over with already and move on. So he decided to speed things along a little.

"You know, Lydia, you really should keep your mate on a tighter leash. Maybe then you wouldn't have to come to me when you...need something." His eyes never left Jackson's, and he smiled mockingly when he heard the exasperated growls and groans of the other 'wolves in the room. Jackson growled, too, but much more menacingly. "Bring it on pretty boy," Stiles muttered, hunkering down like Jackson was doing, like a wrestler almost. His eyes flashed once, icy blue with gold streaks, before resuming their normal brown color.

Jackson dove at him, and Stiles dodged to the side and came down on top of Jackson, pinning him to the ground from the back. Jackson struggled, almost dislodging him, but he put on some extra muscle, nails and teeth lengthening, eyes glowing, and flipped him over, wanting him belly up. Gold-streaked eyes stared into fully blue ones and Stiles snarled, just once.

"Calm down, Jackson. Breathe." His voice was deep and husky, the animal speaking for him. Jackson struggled with him, claws scrabbling against his arms and tearing the skin. Blood pattered to the floor, trickling onto Jackson's face, before the wounds closed. "Breathe. Remember the breathing excersises Derek taught you. Use them. Breathe."

Jackson tried, he really did, but wasn't having much luck. Then Lydia was kneeling beside them, acting on instinct. She stroked a hand over Jackson's neck, his face, his arms. She told him to calm down, and for her, he did. His breathing normalized, his eyes slowly faded back to their normal blue-green color. He changed back, and as he did so, so did Stiles, who was still crouched on top of him.

They were all surprised, but it did make sense. Allison was Scott's source of strength, his rock, his mate. She was the only thing besides pain that could keep him from shifting. Lydia was Jackson's mate, and they loved each other very much, despite their problems in the past, and the problems they still had now. So why wouldn't it be the same with them? They had just never witnessed it between them before.

Jackson glared up at Stiles.

"Could you get the hell off of me, Stillinksi?" Stiles didn't miss the fact that he was avoiding eye contact now.

Stiles cleared his throat, feeling slightly awkward.

"Oh, um, yeah, right, sure, no problem." He climbed to his feet and brushed himself off, reaching out a hand to help Jackson up, surprised when he actually took it. "We okay, man?" he asked. Jackson glanced at him, then at Lydia, who immediately pasted herself to his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah, we're cool," he muttered, a little distractedly as he looked at Lydia. He didn't quite sound like he meant it though. The two of them seemed gaga for each other all over again, and Stiles couldn't help but roll his eyes. When he turned around, he noticed Allison holding her phone up oddly, then realized what she was doing.

"Did you just video all of that?" he demanded. She bit her lip, then nodded.

"I thought maybe Derek would like to know what's going on with the pack."

Great. Now Derek would be pissed at him for starting shit with Jackson. Great! That was a good thing. Maybe he would be angry enough to get physical with Stiles. Maybe pin him to a wall and growl at him. Stiles smiled a little at the thought. It was easy to take it from there to more nowadays. It wouldn't be hard to turn an angry growl into an aroused one. His smile widened and he turned it on Allison, who looked surprised.

"Yeah, good idea. You should send it to him now." Allison looked confused, but nodded. She was expecting him to be angry or fight her about it. She wasn't expecting him to agree. Stiles snickered. He didn't know why he'd never thought of the making-Derek-angry thing before now. What a brilliant idea. If this didn't work, he was sure he could come up with something that would. Something that would make Derek angry. He was good at that.

He glanced at the rest of his pack standing around. Jackson and Lydia were all lovey-dovey again, and, as Allison finished sending the video on her phone, the look she and Scott shared let him know they were about to get the same way. He couldn't help feeling lonely and left out, being the only one of his friends without a mate.

Breakfast was about to be over in less than five minutes. There was no point in even going to the cafeteria now. He decided to get to class early. No shame in that. Besides, it was one of the few classes that he didn't share with anyone from his pack, and he would relish the short time away from them and their constant canoodling. He snagged his pack off the floor and slung it over one arm, calling an "I'll see you guys at lunch" over his shoulder as he flipped the lock back and left the classroom. He could feel eyes on him as he left, but didn't turn to see who the piercing gaze belonged to...

I'm stopping here for now. Seemed like a good place to me. What are your thoughts on Stiles being dominant? On the mate connection? On everything else? I LOVE reviews! lol