Hey guys. I have no excuse for such a long time without an update, I've just been lazy and haven't been up to writing another chapter, I have posted a couple one shots but nothing big apart from the large chapter of the other him, but I will try hard to keep updating this I really don't want to abounded it.
Flames danced around the burning embers of the fire. The Gladers were dancing happily around the flames, while the pack laid around lazily at the edge of the fire, flames igniting their faces. Jackson sat a couple meters away chatting with some of the other Gladers, but every so often he snuck a peak around to the pack.
Jackson had a pack in London, it wasn't large but it wasn't small, they worked together well, and all played an important role in the pack, but the McCall pack was so, so much more. The way they all cared for each other, and always knew where the rest of the pack was, well it made Jackson jealous. He had always wanted a pack like that, one that always had his back, not because they had to but because they cared. He heaved a sigh. And diverted his gaze from the pack.
He was an American Werewolf in London. He really didn't fit in. he missed Beacon Hills, and as much as he hated to admit it. He missed his friends—Scott and Stiles included. They did help him in the end.
That was what he wished he had with his pack. They weren't dedicated like Scott's pack was. They wouldn't have helped him with the Kanima problem yet, Scott who he basically bullied. Scott helped him and wouldn't give up.
Although he was surprised when he found out about Scott being a true alpha he wasn't surprised. Scott was one of the selfless people he knew. He would easily die protecting someone he didn't know. For Scott, it was about protecting for the people closest to him, but even those that he didn't know or wasn't close, well, he still would give up.
Jackson could feel the power radiating off Scott, Scott's pack. And that's what made him jealous- what made that he wanted.
Sensing movement from the corner of his eye. His head snapped up watching as Scott gathered his pack, taking them to the cave they had claimed in the forest. Saying their farewells to the Gladers. The Pack left the clearing, laughing, and smiling.
The Jealously spiked up another notch, and he felt it low in his stomach. He tried to push the thoughts away but he couldn't. and he felt himself growing hot and uncomfortable.
Quickly making an excuse, he headed to the hammock that he called a bed. He clambered to the bed and heavily fell into it. Falling back and pulling the thin blanket over his body, he stared up at the stars that he called a ceiling.
He wondered about his pack back in London and Beacon Hills. He remembered the call from Derek Hale. He knew before he even answered his phone that something was wrong. His suspicions were confirmed the moment he heard the cold, harsh tone of Derek. That he had learnt was Derek's way of showing emotion.
When Derek told his that 8 kids were missing he had to hide his panic. He had heard stories of the McCall pack. The power and the strength of the pack. Even consisting of two humans, and a kitsune. He had heard about Stiles being possessed by a nogistune. He had surely thought that Stiles would die. No one survived a nogistune possession. But next thing he knew Stiles was free of the demon, and still human. That's when he truly learnt how strong the pack was.
So when he heard the news he was one a plane to Beacon Hills within hours. Making a quick excuse to his pack, he quickly left London. on the plane his leg wouldn't stop jittering. Bouncing up and down like a jack hammer. People on the plane around him giving him weird looks and annoyed glares. But he ignored them, they didn't matter.
He tried to act confident and cocky once he arrived in Beacon Hills. Quickly building a barrier between him and his emotions. But once he was away from the stressed parents and Derek's, watchful eye he let his wall crumple. He was scared, no scratch that- terrified.
He quickly found somewhere crash for the night, and started researching. Hacking the packs phone and looking around areas he was told they had been.
He had eventually ended up at the school, a couple old friends greeting him. After a couple handshakes and back slaps he was talking to some of his old teachers.
He planned to stay away from coach Finstock. But after rumor had that Jackson was back, well the coach had basically had hunted him down. Demanding to know he was coming back onto the lacrosse team, and if he could tell McCall and Dunbar to get their assess back to school they had a game to plan for.
He had told the coach the news, Finstock was speechless. He looked to the ground, muttered and apology and headed back into his office.
That day Jackson had to clues or leads to where the McCall pack could be. He drove around Beacon Hills at night, he eyes glowing blue, trying to find any trace of them. But It was like they had disappeared of the face of the planet. He could find a faint scent, but nothing enough to lead him to a culprit.
No one had seen anything strange happening around Beacon Hills, no strange smells. Noises or people. People had given his funny looks when he had asked but he brushed them off and thanked them for their time. '
When he went to school at Beacon Hills high. He had treated Scott like shit and Stiles even worse. But they had both done so much for Beacon Hills and everyone around them. Even Stiles who was only human, but was running with wolves. He didn't have a bow and arrow to defend himself, or fancy hand to hand combat fighting. But he did have his best friends bat and fierce determination.
When Jackson stumbled into his apartment he collapsed on his bed with a sigh.
A loud bang, burst his door open and he jumped up and shifted. 4 people dressed in white came storming into his room. One of the held a gun which they quickly fired. He felt the sharp sting in his neck. And within seconds he was swaying on his feet.
When he collapsed to the ground the last thing he remembered was the people in white standing around him W.I.C.K.E.D printed in black across their chest.
The next thing he knew he was waking up with Stiles face looming over his.