A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
I had to go back and rewrite this as my computer crashed and I lost my work…..
Jackson furiously paced around the burned remains of the family room. The heavy sensation coursed through his body followed by a dull aching sensation. His strength wasn't afflicted by the wolfsbane but it didn't ease his pain any less. The full moon was one day away and already the wolf had come close to succeeding in breaking out.
"Damn you Hale!"
He hurled a chair across the room watching it smash into splinters and shards before raining down over the decrepit Oriental rug.
"She's mine!"
The rage fueled the wolf, feeding off the adrenaline which infused through his veins. Jackson shifted in the center of the room, letting the wolf dominate his body. The razor sharp nails curled from his fingers while the deadly canines glistened in the light. The only thing that mattered was killing the beta that took his mate and dared to touch her in ways only he could! The other wolf had to die!
He charged across the room with thoughts of blood spilling down his throat when his alpha appeared in the door. Peter immediately crouched down on all fours with eyes burning into the beta's cerulean ones.
"SUBMIT!" He hollered with a roar.
Jackson halted as his alpha dug a clawed hand into the back of his neck. The subordinate wolf whimpered and whined as the talon like nails pierced deeper into his flesh. His body trembled with fear as his alpha could easily deliver punishment for his actions.
"You will not go after my nephew!"
Jackson exhaled something that resembled a yes. Peter maintained his grip on the younger wolf until he sensed the tense muscles slowly relax before Jackson collapsed to his hands and knees. His head was hanging between his shoulders as he returned to his human state.
"That is better. Now stay down."
Jackson offered no resistance as Peter released him from his hold. The claw marks burned beyond the puncture wounds but he offered no indication of his suffering. It would only cause Peter to grow enraged or tell him he wasn't worthy of the bite.
"I am well aware of what Derek and Tyhurst are doing. They think by harboring Brooklyn in the Sheriff's house she will be safe for the week of the full moon."
Peter paced around the beta as he cautiously weighed his options. With his female beta missing, his pack was weakened and she still had to make her first kill. But then again Derek already knew about these things which went back to why he sheltered her at the fidgety teen's house in the first place.
"Come with me."
Jackson rushed to his feet and obediently followed behind his alpha, not questioning where they were going.
"You know Peter and Jackson will try something. Tonight's the full moon."
Tyhurst wasn't telling anyone anything new. Daylight was slowly filing in through the blinds as he and Derek spoke in hushed tones. Danny Scott and Stiles had left already leaving the two wolves alone with Brooklyn.
"She was calling out for him." It pained Derek greatly to hear her words call for Jackson in need.
"It's part of the bond," Tyhurst attempted to reassure him. "We have her and Jackson kept apart which is affecting the wolf deeply."
Both stopped and listened as the deep mourning howl started up once again. It was sad and hollow, like Brooklyn was mourning over a great loss. Derek tightly shut his eyes as his hands curled up into two perfect fists before fisting his dark spiky hair. His grip tightened to the point that Tyhurst feared the beta would rip his hair out. He watched Derek sink deeper into despair as he started shaking all over as the baying deepened and increased in duration. He hated Peter and Jackson even more for the perpetual suffering brought upon both.
"Derek, look at me," Tyhurst grabbed the smaller beta's face forcing Derek to look straight at him. "I know this is hard for you but we will find a way to end this."
"Do you know of a way to sever a bond aside from death?"
"No," Tyhurst regretfully shook his head. "You and I both know the bond is for life and if one dies the other will follow. That's how powerful the mating bond is."
"Then she stays here! There is no way I am letting Jackson get her! She can stay up in the woods during the full moon. I-I can stay with her!"
"Derek listen to yourself! You're talking insanity! You've seen what the mating bond does first hand! Do you think that locking her up and keeping her pumped full of wolfsbane will work? She had a reaction to it!"
Before Tyhurst could continue, a sudden crash from downstairs shattered the thickening tension.
"Brooklyn!"
Derek ripped away from the alpha's hold and charged down the stairs, not caring what awaited him.
"Derek stop!" Tyhurst thundered after him picking up the adrenaline that clung to the air. Blood soon increased in intensity as he reached the bottom step and halted by Derek's side.
"Oh no," the blonde alpha was horrified at what greeted him or rather what didn't greet him. The chains were smeared in blood with bits of skin plastered on the edges. The window was smashed out with a few bits of glass scattered around the tile below. Derek dropped to his knees and examined the gory links. He didn't have to be told what had happened down here: Brooklyn had chewed on her wrists to loosen the cuffs. But he had not heard her growl or whimper….
"We'll get her back Derek," Tyhurst growled as his eyes brightened blood red. Both wolves knew what they were about to do could result in their immediate deaths but Tyhurst was willing to risk his life and position as an alpha. He had to take one look in Derek's soulful emeralds to recognize the love that he himself continued to chase.
Jackson raced through the woods, following the scent of blood, adrenaline, and lust. The wolf clawed its way to the surface, changing the teen's body. He now ran on all fours, leaping over rocks and charging through the underbrush. The sun was starting dip lower across the sky as his instincts and senses mapped his way. She was close; so close! She was so close he imagined the warmth of her naked skin grinding against him as the sweat trickled down their bodies. He inhaled the rich trail laid out for him as a building peeked around the corner of trees and ledge. He should never have doubted his alpha one bit.
Before he realized it, Jackson was on the porch of a wayward cabin. He could detect her behind the door along with the stale hints of his enemy. The fury and rage grew in his soul before he flung open the door, finding her seated on the floor. She was licking her wounds with slow delicate motions, focused on healing. His eyes watched her tongue as it traced around the vanishing cuts, feeling the pull draw him in.
She stopped mid lap and lifted her head to see him crouched beside her. Her heart was racing wildly against her chest as he reached out and gently picked up where she left off.
I have to protect her…Keep her safe…..
The careful sweeps morphed into his mouth covering over her skin and gently sucking on the newly formed flesh. She closed her eyes and leaned into his body, letting his hands rip away the layer of cotton and denim.
Yep...Another Jackson/Brooklyn sex chapter is looming...But I haven't forgotten about the car... Bwahahahaha
