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To be a killer was an innate part of being a werewolf. It was an overpowering instinct that guided every fluid motion, every snarl; every pulsating quavering beating of his heart. It was the instinct that was egging him on. Jackson Whittemore had been scouring much of Beacon Hills for the scarlet-eyed alpha that had made life hell for him. The need for revenge had been bubbling up inside of him since Matt Daehler had used him like his own personal killing machine. Now he was free, unbound by any circumstance or consequence. It was just him and his tormenter, and the capacity to kill and get away with it. He was a killer by nature and with one crushing blow satisfaction would be his. Yet he could not stifle the small undeniable fact that he did not want to be a murderer. His nightmares were tainted with whisperings of his murderous soul, often he’d imagine his ivory skin blemished with the scarlet sanguine of another, and more often times he would be up till four am rubbing his skin raw trying to rid himself of the scarlet blood on his hands. There was blood everywhere on his hands, on his soul, and there was a darkness that surrounded his heart. Nothing would ever take away the fact that these hands had been the one that had taken the lives of nine innocent souls. People would try to make excuses for him. It’s not your fault Jackson they’d say. But it was his fault, because he had sought out the bite. He had made himself a monster out of jealousy and spite.  What did it get him really? The inability to sleep at night, the heightened senses that made it impossible to focus, or the murderous hunters on his trail that made living a normal life nearly impossible. All he had wanted was to be the best player on the team again and to feel special. Instead he felt powerless.

  Finally Jackson found himself at the abandoned mall. He could smell the muskiness of Danny’s cologne and the flowery essence of Lydia’s perfume and he knew the pug had led him to the right place. The winds were billowing, as the night became darker and blacker, the stars disappeared from the sky and the moon became blood red. A small twisted smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He had finally figured out what the eclipse meant. Without moonlight a werewolf was powerless, but in the darkness he’d be the most powerful he’d ever been. Because unlike the alpha before him he knew what it felt to be human. To work for something, to build himself up bit by bit, and to fight as though his heart was going to give out.  “Looks like I’ve got the upper hand here puggy” Jackson said feeling increasingly confident as the sky became darker and darker.

  “Is that so pretty boy?” Aiden mocked his mirth; he looked at Jackson his red eyes running over the young wolf. He had delivered his fair share of pain and brutality, Jackson was bloodied and weak and once the moon disappeared from the sky he wouldn’t be able to heal. This was truly going to be a fight to the death.

  Suddenly he could feel his heartbeat slow down, the warmth leave his body replaced by a cold chill. Soon his every limb was hit with immeasurable pain, pain that eviscerated through him, but he couldn’t give up. Despite himself he let out a whimper of pain to which Aiden laughed mocking him.

  “You were always so weak, no wonder she didn’t want you anymore. No wonder you’re such a pariah. The omega, the weakest link” Aiden said a smirk on his lips as he went to deliver a crushing blow to Jackson’s jaw. The dark haired boy staggered backward, the fury inside of him building up as he did so. But fury wasn’t going to be how he was going to win this. He stepped forward as Aiden delivered a punch to his gut, and Jackson coughed up some blood wiping his mouth as he did so.

  “What pretty boy not going to fight back?” Aiden said as he kicked Jackson down, on the floor kicking his gut once again. Not yet he told himself, not yet he said as he could feel his body slowly start to shut down. Finally he could feel the moon appear in the sky, and he looked up to see Aiden huffing tired from delivering his beating.

“Out of shape are we puggy D I get it living the pug life is difficult” Jackson teased as Aiden got ready to deliver a striking blow to his face. But Jackson was too quick for him, once the moon came back into the sky Jackson retracted his claws and scratched Aiden’s bare abdomen. The blood started to pour out of it immediately. The sight of it perturbed Jackson slightly, but he had to remain focused. As he started to heal he stood up delivering blow by blow to Aiden’s face his rage taking over. Finally Aiden was on the ground barely breathing, his face smashed, a bloody lip, a broken nose, and a gash on his chest that was bleeding profusely. “What the big bad alpha has no tricks up his sleeve?” Jackson asked darkly. Leaning close to him as he grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, his claw tracing the boy’s throbbing adam’s apple.

  “I could kill you now, Aiden. Slash your throat maybe give your decapitated head to your brother, or I could make this gash on your chest a bit deeper rip out your intestines and give Daddy Deucalion an early birthday present.” His claws left the boy’s throat scaling down his back to his spine. “But I’m not going to do that” His claws just under the cervical portion of his spine. “Do you know what a crushing blow to your C1 does Pug boy?” he laughed a cruel laugh that scared even him. “Of course you don’t you’re not the smart one, let me show you” he said as his claws buried into Aiden’s spine ripping out nerves and veins alike. “It paralyzes you from the waist down, see advantages to being in love with a genius you pick up a book or two once in awhile” Jackson got up. “I’m not going to kill you, you’re going to bleed out on your own you may even kill yourself once the pain gets bad enough. You don’t deserve to die a clean death. Not after what you did to Boyd, to me, and what you were going to Lydia and Danny. Remember how you threw me in the woods like trash? The difference between you and me is though. You actually are trash. No one’s coming for you not your brother, not your alpha, and you’re going to die here alone paralyzed” Aiden didn’t speak anymore his eyes closed as his breathing became increasingly heavy and laboring.

  Jackson got up his own breathing raggedy as he looked at his bloodied hand. He wasn’t perturbed anymore at the sight of blood. He was no monster, no killer; he was a creature of the shadows.

  Before the realization sunk in deeper, Jackson heard an outcry in the distance. He ran over to see Scott’s lifeless body on the ground and a shroud of people surrounding it. His fingers reached over on the boy’s neck trying to feel for a pulse incase his ears had betrayed him only to feel that there was none there. He can’t be dead Jackson thought, as his eyes fell on his veins and he suddenly realized what he had to do. Isaac was already one step ahead of him and Jackson grabbed Scott’s forearm his eyes blazing a cold blue as black blood filled his veins. The pain already overpowering him was only exacerbated. A part of him wanted to quit, just give into the pain, just die but instead he pushed on. This had to work. Finally when his own veins felt like they were about to explode his ears filled with the sound of a thunderous heartbeat. He was alive and more so he was an Alpha. Jackson stepped back exhausted, but his rushing mind focused on one point.

  Lydia.

  He gave Scott a nod getting up on his feet staggering slightly as he saw Caleb carry someone out. No he immediately thought, his mind immediately flashing back to the night of the formal a year ago. When he himself had carried Lydia’s near lifeless body. After all this she couldn’t have died. The bleed in his abdomen got progressively worse as he jumped into the Porsche madly rushing to the hospital. His mind working out all the worst case scenarios until he finally pulled up towards the white building screeching to a loud halt in front of the visitor’s entrance.

  Not bothering to park he rushed inside, looking around. “Where is she?” he asked, as doctors scurried towards him ready to bandage him up and heal him. “Where’s Lydia?” he asked as he saw them roll her towards a pair of white swinging doors. Before he could rush after her, an orderly stopped her him. “Sorry son, family only”