A/N: Wanted to thank those people who are still reading and those people who are still reviewing, they are what keep me going, so thanks.

Monday morning was hard for Jackson, waking up had been near impossible and if it weren't for Derek's skilled tongue he might not have. Derek made him breakfast while telling him that Scott and Lydia needed a lot of training before the full moon and so he needed to train them everyday. Jackson didn't like it, and didn't hide the fact, but Derek just kissed Jackson's complaints away before driving him to school. Jackson informed the other two wolves of their training regimen and they weren't happy, but agreed.

Scott's morning was terrible, he didn't get enough sleep the night before. Sneaking to and from Allison's house took more time than he realized, and standing in front of the school he finally realized how exhausted he was and now he would have to head over to Derek's for hours of brutal training after lacrosse practice. In first period he realized he'd forgotten his homework. At lunch he realized he'd forgotten to pack food and also lost his wallet, but Stiles feed him…after making him beg like a dog. After school he had practice which he wasn't looking forward to.

He entered the locker room and saw a large group standing around Coach Finstock. He was telling the team that he had found a new Assistant Coach, one he knew was the best…they could find for what they were paying him. Finstock said he was leaving and was going to let the Assistant Coach led the practice that day, they were supposed to change into their gear and meet him on the field. The team groaned, Stiles opened his mouth to speak, Finstock saw and fled the locker room before Stiles could take in enough air for the rant he was about to go into. Scott changed next to Stiles who seemed excited to get practice started. The team changed slowly and marched out onto the field. They waited and watched the track team run circles around them.

Finally they saw someone walking out of the locker room in their Red Beacon Hills track jacket. The team was shocked silent, the new Assistant Coach was Jackson fucking Whittemore. He walked toward them with a giant smug smile on his face, whistle around his neck and clipboard in his hand. Scott was fucked.

Training was brutal, Jackson started off by telling them how disappointed he was in each and every one of them for letting the team down so badly. Scott wanted to violently disagree but couldn't, it was true, they were a poor imitation of the team they once were. Jackson then had them start off practice by running five miles and then ran them through drills over and over and over again. He added insult to injury by doing everything with them, by being the first person to finish the five miles with the fastest time, and the only one who was able to finish his drills perfectly, which wasn't surprising, they were his drills. Scott was exhausted and didn't see the point.

"What the fuck is the point of doing all this shit over and over again I-"

"The point is that these drills should be muscle memory by now, you should be using these skill on the field, you shouldn't be this tired if you knew how to do them but each and everyone of you has messed up one aspect or another. So how about instead of mouthing off you show your team how its done Captain, Danny get up here too," Jackson was authoritative and shut every person up with a look from his furious eyes, Danny swore they were glowing. He then had Danny and Scott run each and every drill until they were perfect and made the team watch them with rapt attention. Scott was embarrassed, having Jackson be a better player than him had been brutal but it did not compare with Coach Whittemore, especially because rather than being a huge douchey asshole he really seemed to be trying to make him a better player, trying to make them a better team, and Scott couldn't justify hating him for that. But by the end of practice the team was running its drills perfectly.

Stiles waited for Jackson after practice, he watched as Jackson summarized practice to Coach Finstock and heard them make plans for the next few days. He didn't watch Jackson shower and change, at least that's what he was going to tell people if they saw him sneaking around the locker room like some pervert, really though, it was a victimless crime. When he got his fill of Jackson's flesh he walked out of the locker room and waited for him outside, in the parking lot. Not much later Jackson emerged.

"Dude, when the fuck did this happen, Coach Whittemore…I'll admit it, it's a sexy look on you," Stiles was leaning against Jackson's Porsche.

"Shut up Stiles," Jackson was embarrassed, he didn't know what the other team members were saying about him, he didn't know how the felt about his new…promotion? "Well, remember last week, after the game. Finstock heard you talk about our training and he convinced the school into hiring me as the new Assistant Coach,"

"That's cool man and I bet you love how much Scott must hate you right now. You should have seen his face, hilarious, wished I'd had my phone…Anyways, your heading over to Derek's right," Jackson nodded, "Cool, Scott stole my jeep so…can I get a ride."

"Duh," Jackson opened the door and slipped into his car. He rolled down the window and asked, "Well are you coming or what? Move your ass Stilinski." Stiles ran around the car and into the passenger seat.

Scott and Lydia waited for Derek on his front porch, Allison had gone home, she wanted to do her homework in relative peace and Stiles made that impossible for her. Scott was kind of pissed about that but let it go. He would see Allison later than night when he snuck into her room. They heard a car pulling up the driveway but it was just Jackson.

Jackson and Stiles walked onto the front porch, Jackson pulled out his house keys and used the one for Derek's front door and let the others in. No one was surprised to know that Jackson had keys to Derek's house.

"Dude so what exactly does Derek do all day, I mean he usually doesn't get home till like six or something right?" asked Stiles as the group walked into the kitchen to get some snacks, but the fridge was bare, Jackson would have to go shopping later…maybe tomorrow…

"Dude, well what does he do,"

"Oh…I…I actually have no idea…" Jackson had never thought of it. He always assumed that Derek worked some job or something…

"That is so weird…I wonder what he does…"

"Yeah…me too." Jackson couldn't believe that there existed a giant hole of time that Derek disappeared to do who knows what. He felt like an idiot for not knowing, for not even asking, for not even noticing till now. He busied himself doing some homework, to keep his mind off of it, until the sound of Derek's car could be heard pulling up the drive way.

Later, Jackson watched as Derek trained the other two wolves. Derek tried to integrate him into their practice but Jackson wasn't feeling it. It had been a while since he had run, since he had let his wolf out to play, he was tense now, he could feel the wolf begging to be released. Jackson wanted to nothing more than to pounce on Derek and fuck him in front of the other two wolves, show them who Derek liked the best. He let his imagination wander, let a barrage of images pass through his mind. He felt when Derek turned quickly and stared him down with glowing red eyes. Jackson blushed, bright deep red, he instantly knew that Derek could feel his arousal over their link and was beyond mortified.

"What's that smell?" asked Lydia and sniffed the air, Jackson knew he was in trouble. He turned and fled into the house. He hoped Lydia wasn't smelling his lust like a cloud of musty pheromones, but he could feel Derek over their link, felt his returned arousal and realized that, yes Lydia had in fact smelled his lust and Derek had smelled it as well. He looked out the window and saw the way Derek's face flushed red but continued his training. Jackson was…disappointed, maybe a little hurt, when he felt Derek block the link between them. He wouldn't even stop practice to…

He went from sad and hurt to angry in less time than even he thought was possible, he grabbed his car keys from his backpack and just took off. He drove away without really knowing where he was going. He went home, just to check up but everything was the same, he cleaned a little, it didn't need much. He checked the answering machine, there was a message from his mom, she would be home next Monday and would have the rest of her schedule open for a month after, she wanted to spend quality time with him especially after the strange call from his father. Jackson was glad, he missed his mother terribly and wanted to tell her everything, ask for her advice…but he couldn't burden her with his own problems.

He then drove to the grocery store. He walked through the mostly empty aisles, picked out fresh food and snacks. He grabbed two gallons of non-fat milk, Derek would just have to deal if he liked whole because Jackson didn't. He grabbed three boxes of cereal for the rest of the pack to have something to eat as they waited for Derek to come home from…

He picked out fresh vegetables and fruit and picked up random things he knew Derek was missing, like herbs, and sauces. He picked up a box of pancake mix and some maple syrup. He grabbed the biggest jug of Nutela he could find. While he did this he realized he wasn't as angry at Derek as he thought he was, he was just brutally frustrated. His wolf was frustrated, it wanted to run and hunt and play and he wanted to do it with Derek…but wouldn't, not for a long time. He was frustrated with his relationship with Derek, he still wasn't sure if they were official, and as much as he hated Lydia's brand of dating he still liked going out to dinner, talking and spending time with her. He wanted to do that with Derek, but with his training at night and his…during the day, they just didn't have enough time to spend with each other. The worst though, was that he realized how fucking horny he was, ever since Derek had jerked him off. That day was the first day he had had an orgasm since before the pain. Derek had basically popped the cork, tapped the keg, broken the seal and now Jackson felt like he needed it again, a massive release, who would blame him, he was a growing boy, but he didn't want to just tug one out, the wolf didn't want that. It wanted to fuck and be fucked and that left Jackson feeling so confused, he had never felt that way before…he had never wanted to be…fucked.

He ended up filling his cart with food and random things he thought would come useful if the entire pack was going to be hanging out at Derek's from now on, paper towels, more toilet paper, a massive first aid kit, paper plates, and other miscellaneous items.

He paid for it himself and pushed his heavy cart to his small car and stood there wondering how he was going to fit everything. He opened the trunk and started tetrising everything inside. He had half the cart inside the trunk before he was forced to close it, the rest would have to go in the back seat. He took his keys out of his pocket when his head was slammed forward into the small back window, causing it to vein out in a million cracks, he then felt the worst pain he had ever felt as something was shoved into his back until his flesh gave and the large blade pierced deep into his flesh. He felt the wound burn as if acid had been poured into it and could taste blood in his mouth as it leaked out of the wound in his head. Jackson's hands were grabbed and twisted behind him and held in one hand by his attacker.

"I know it's you," said the person who was holding him, felt the knife in his back twist as the man interrogated him. "I know you begged Derek to bite you, I know you've been spending all your time with him and now I want to know why your killing all those people, what are you doing with the people who you've kidnapped?"

Jackson felt the knife twist inside him, could feel it over load his nerves with excruciating pain, felt the wound burn hot, acidic, it took his breath away. He couldn't speak, all he could do was grit his teeth and use all his concentration from keeping the wolf from breaking out of his control and ripping this man to shreds.

"Well!" The man twisted his knife as hard as he could before letting Jackson go. Jackson fell hard on his side, could feel the knife still inside him, felt it burn through his veins. The man took a step forward before grabbing the knife and pulling it out. Jackson just shut his eyes tight and breath through his nose, he could feel a low growl roll out his throat, felt his fangs and claws extend. The man took several steps back before walking away.

Jackson took the time he needed to calm the wolf before checking his body, the wound hadn't healed, in fact it still burned like nothing he had ever experienced. He got off the ground and, through the pain, put the rest of his groceries into his car. He got inside and locked the door before driving away, back to Derek's.

He drove fast and recklessly but got there in a few minutes. Stiles' jeep was still in the driveway as Jackson stumbled out of his car, almost fell before he got his feet underneath himself, and slowly walked to the front door. He tried the knob but it didn't turn and so he knocked hard and loud. Lydia opened the door and jumped back as Jackson feel hard into the house. He heard Lydia scream his name, heard as the other came out of the kitchen to see what was wrong, felt as Derek lifted him off the ground and shook him, called him. Jackson could feel the burning spread from his wound all the way through his body, felt it set his nerves on fire before he passed out.

He came to in Derek's bed, could smell Derek's manly musk around him. His side no longer burned and the wound had finally sealed. He looked out the window but it was dark outside, he could hear stuff happening down stairs but couldn't bring himself to care. Instead, he allowed himself to sink deeper into Derek's bed and enjoyed his Alphas scent, the way it surrounded him, made him feel safe. Later, he heard someone walk into the room felt his bed dip and someone touch his forehead. He opened his eyes to meet Derek's concerned look.

"How are you feeling?" He asked while petting his pup.

"Good…I'm just tired, like, real tired…" Jackson eyes barely opened, he barely spoke above a whisper, but Derek heard him.

"I just had a talk with Chris Argent, I broke his arm…made sure to tell him to stay away from the three of you…Scott and Lydia…I told him you had nothing to do with the murders, he mostly believes me though beating the shit out of him and breaking his arm didn't help…He sends his apologize by the way, though they don't mean much…it was poisoned, the knife…wolfsbane but we got it out of your system…" Jackson just let Derek ramble, he didn't really care about any of that. He actually felt pretty good, especially with Derek petting him like that, it was a bit degrading but also comforting in that confusing way he was getting used to. It was hard distinguishing his likes and dislikes from his wolfs, though everyday that feeling became less and less. He was his wolf, the wolf was him, they liked the same thing and right now they liked the attention his Alpha was giving him.

He awoke Tuesday morning groggy but otherwise healthy. He drove himself to school and had to suffer with Scott and Lydia hovering around him. Apparently the Alpha had ordered them to watch him just in case. Jackson hated it, especially when he could see the four members of his pack watching him from the bleachers after school. They hadn't known that part of taking the coaching job meant coaching other teams, but Jackson had and didn't worry too much about it. Tuesday evening he coached baseball, he was good at baseball. The team was small and it wasn't great but they had fun, which is not something other teams could say.

Tuesday evening he did his homework slowly while Derek trained the other wolves, but today wasn't going well and soon Derek banged into the house completely frustrated with the other two. Lydia and Scott walked into the kitchen, they were both tired and frustrated themselves, they just wanted to get control and hated being reminded by Derek how little they had. Derek told them to go home and rest, apologized for being heavy handed, he just needed them to get control fast, especially if Chris Argent was going to be coming after them for buying groceries, especially if something was out there killing people.

The two wolves left and then it was just Jackson and Derek. The Alpha reached out for his pup, wrapped his arms around him and started to lick his neck.

"What, what do you do during the day?" asked Jackson completely shocking Derek. He stopped licking Jackson's neck and just said, "Nothing."

"Nothing, it cant be nothing Derek, you're gone all day until six. You have to be doing something,"

"Don't worry about it,"

"But-"

"It's none of your concern okay. So Drop It." Derek left no room for argument. He had hoped Jackson would help him relax instead all he did was wind him up even worse. He let Jackson go and walked up to his bedroom to take a cold shower. Jackson stood there and wondered why Derek wouldn't tell him…It didn't matter Jackson would find out.

Wednesday morning Derek dropped Jackson off at school and headed off. Jackson followed. He walked into the woods before hiding his stuff under a tree trunk, he took his clothes off and did the same with them and then turned. It felt strange being a wolf during the day, left him feeling exposed, but he was good at this. He followed Derek's car all the way back to the Hale house watched as Derek cleaned a little before getting back into his car and driving away. Derek drove through town, Jackson had to stick to the dense woods and would sometimes lose him. But Derek never stopped, he just drove all the way through town and into the industrial section of Beacon Hills. Jackson had to steal clothes off of a line, briefly Jackson wondered who still even had drying lines, before following Derek through the streets on foot. He ran and kept up with Derek until he ended up at a warehouse. It was near a run off canal and smelled like oil, garbage, and burning steel and plastic.

Derek drove his car into one of the abandoned warehouses and Jackson slowly followed. He was bare foot, which he was glad for, it made him harder to hear, though he was terrified of getting tetanus from a rusty screw. He kept to the shadows until he could see an open area in the center of the warehouse with an old run down bus off to the side. He saw Derek walk into its center and then watched three other people join him. He spoke for a bit before turning away. He began giving commands and the three people followed them. Jackson watched but wasn't sure what he was seeing. Not until they began to fight, watched them try to land a blow on Derek, though none ever did, and then watched as one lost control, got angry, and tried to strike Derek with a clawed hand saw them wolf out, saw them take that half-form. It hit Jackson suddenly and without warning or mercy, Derek had another pack.

Jackson was stunned he took one step back, turned and ran. He ran and ran until he was back near the woods and dove in. He released one animalistic roar let it reverberate around the woods and through the city.

In the warehouse one of the three stopped and listened, "Did you guys hear something," they hadn't. So she went back to her training.

Jackson was in shock. He couldn't think of a reason for Derek to have two packs. Was he testing them? Was he comparing one pack to the other? Did he plan on letting them fight to the death? Those who lived got to stay in his pack. Did Derek have 'feelings' for one of them too? Was every word, every action just a lie in a web Jackson had no hope of seeing or even understanding? Jackson didn't know how to feel or what to do so he did what the old him would have done, he got angry.

He raged and clawed and bite into everything he could find. A rabbit was unlucky enough to cross his path and soon its blood stained the forest around Jackson as he ripped it open and spilled it guts into his waiting maw. He killed anything and everything he saw, big or small it didn't matter. He was angry, it consumed him and his wolf, when the sun set he ran around the woods and howled and roared for all to hear throughout Beacon Hills. He came across a cougar and pounced. He played with his pray, swiped at its face and let it run away. He followed and would pull its tail, claws its haunches, and finally when he smelled his prays fear like a pungent perfume he killed it. He roared as loud as his body would let him and in that same instant all his anger was drained away till all that was left was the hurt and inadequacy. He lay on the forest floor naked, covered in blood and cried.

He walked home slowly in the dead of night. He was cold, and sad, and just wanted Derek to tell him that it was a lie. That he only had one pack and one boyfriend…but that would be a lie too.

Jackson stepped on something cold and hard and soon he was screaming, shouting in pain, as his leg was torn to shreds. He screamed as metal jaws broke his bone to brittle shards, his leg was nearly severed in half. He screamed as he fell to the floor and then he passed out as something hard slammed into the back of his head.

Wednesday night Jackson went missing.