Jasper Drew Winston

[Jasper Winston] is [36/38] years old [male] [heterosexual] , [werewolf] who is working to [get everyone home] and is played by [Ryan Hurst]. They are [Loyal, Endearing, Meticulous] but also tend to be [Reserved, Remorseless, Aggressive]

[back from the dead, Crescent member]

(Sushi)

Noelle found herself offering further distance between the pair as Jasper began to pace back and forth and despite doing the same, it only fuelled her agony as he too, pulled away. Her arms had enclosed around her waist, almost as if within physical attempts to hold herself together as she looked on through vulnerable hues. She understood that the revelation would be difficult for him to hear and whilst she knew that at the time, that choice was best for her, for their daughter – it didn’t make it hurt any less. Nor would that bring Jasper any kind of comfort, knowing he had a daughter that he would never meet, because of that choice. As he continued, Noelle found herself dumfounded by his response, her head shaking within disagreement as she protested, “it wasn’t your fault. I will never blame you for what happened, Jasper. I couldn’t. A witch did this to you. To us.” 

Noelle’s voice was strained as she attempted to console him in any way that she could, although for now her attempts appeared within vain. A sharp breath hitched within the back of the blonde’s throat as Jasper grasped onto the chair for support, but just as she found herself reaching forwards for him, she ceased her movements as the words ‘you gave up our daughter’, cut through her like a blade. She stumbled backwards a step or two, each clumsy as she reached for the cabinet to lean against in attempts to steady herself, “please don’t – don’t say it like that.” 

Her features were contorted within discomfort, tears threatening to spill from her hues, as her lower lip trembled viciously. “I had to give her a chance. I didn’t want her to know this life. I couldn’t have her grow up without her father. I couldn’t do that.” As her husband continued to determine that this was his fault, she found her hand raising as her digits prodded against her sternum and she cried, adding emphasis to her words, “it was my choice, for our daughter. Mine, Jasper. It wasn’t your fault.”

It was almost as if she hadn’t quite understood his words the first time. His involvement of Nic appeared to catch her off guard as her hand fell from her chest and reached for the cabinet once again. “You-“ Her words faltered and she felt as if all of the oxygen had been stripped from the room as a soft gasp urged from her lips, “you did what?” A soft sob fled her lungs, her trembling hand having risen to cup her mouth as she attempted to stifle the sound and she could feel the uncomfortable sensation of heated tears against her cheeks. 

Before she could even muster a response, the chair had been thrown across the room, causing for her frame to jolt as she looked towards her husband, before forcing herself to enclose their distance. Her features had manipulated into a look of despair once again, her fists balling as she drove them into his chest, before flattening her palms as she pushed out against him in attempts to urge him backwards. “You bastard. You gave up, you gave up on us. I was going to find a way, I was going to find a way to save you. I just needed you to trust that.” 

His revelation had caused for an uncomfortable sensation to stir within then pit of her stomach and suddenly, Nic’s avoidance of her now made complete sense. Her words were projected beneath fractured sobs, disbelief radiating from her as her tears continued, falling relentlessly with no apparent intention to cease. “Don’t do that to me. Don’t tell me you shouldn’t have come back. I can’t do this without you. We were supposed to fight this Jasper, we were supposed to save you, but instead - you left me. You left me alone. You left our children alone. We didn’t even get to say goodbye.” Her palms had continued to urge against his chest, until eventually ceasing as her head lowered and her sobs eventually began to soften, “you gave up on me.”

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Knowing that his daughter was out there, somewhere away from her family, tore Jasper up inside. His greatest fear after the death of his father aside from losing his mother was the idea that he could one day lose the pack too and to know that his daughter was being raised away from her birth right, her place within the pack that was so well-knit that they all might as well have been just one giant family, killed him inside. As Noelle continued to protest his words, Jasper simply stod, shaking his head.

There would never be a moment in his life where he didn’t blame himself for what had happened. He should’ve known better, should’ve expected someone there to be a witch, it was New Orleans for Christ’s sake and if the Crescent’s knew anything it was that the witches were not to be trusted. Honestly, what had he expected to happen after a brawl in Rousseau’s? “Say it like what, Nel,” he questioned. “You did give her up. You gave up our flesh and blood. You had an entire pack here that would’ve been more than willing to help you, to take her even. Hell, Tara would’ve taken her in. Christ, does she even know?! Does she even know that you were pregnant?”

A scoff was quick to flee his lips, his hardened gaze landing on the blonde as he continued to shake his head. ‘I had to give her a chance’ rang through his mind as he attempted to hold back a dark chuckle that was building in his chest, the bewildered expression that was evident against his hardened features only showing a portion of what he was feeling. “Give her a chance,” he questioned rhetorically, the heat in his voice as it continued to rise into a heated whispered yell. “Didn’t want her to know this life? This life is who we are, Noelle. Our generation grew up the majority of us with one or both of our parent’s stuck in wolf form. Shit, your best friend had neither of her parents except for on the full moons for 19 years before they both died leaving her to raise her kid sister and you’re telling me that you couldn’t have my daughter, our daughter grow up with her family, with her pack because I wasn’t here?” Another scoff left his lips as his movements began and he once more found himself pacing the floor, hands rubbing at his features as he attempted to keep his composure. 

AS his words registered in the blonde’s head, dark hues landed on her, the realization that she still to this day had no clue off how his untimely demisre occurred was evident to say the least as he gave a shake of his head, tearing his gaze from her as the tears began to stream down her features. He hadn’t known what to expect as the blonde approached, the despair evident against her features as her firsts balled at her side before he found they were being driven into his chest and all he could do was stand there and take it. The force with which her palms hit against his chest knocked him back a step, her words hitting him harder than her fists only fuelled the grief, guilt, and anger that twisted together within him, “I didn’t give up, Noelle,” he retorted, brows creasing. “Do you think the decision I made was easy?! You don’t think I knew what I was going to be leaving behind. You? The kids?! I did it for you guys, Nel! I had to protect you, protect them from me! I was a ticking time bomb and we both know it! I couldn’t put you guys in that kind of danger. If I had hurt any of you... I’d never be able to live with myself. I wasn’t you I didn’t trust, it was myself!”

Despair and anguish contorted across Jasper’s features with every word that fell from Noelle’s lips, her palms eventually ceasing in pounding against his chest as his hands rose to place against the side’s of the blonde’s shoulders as he shook his head. “I couldn’t say goodbye,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it if I had and I had to protect you and the kids, Ellie. I did what I had to do for your protection.” The sobs that racked his wife’s body only furthered his guilt, her final words tearing his heart to shreds within his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around the blonde’s frames. “No, baby, I didn’t give up on you,” he spoke, his voice softer now as he muttered into her blonde locks, a singlle hand rising to run through them. “I gave up on me, mi vida, not you.”

Nic’s digits were still stained with Jaspers blood as he rose his balled fist to his lips and his head shook within disagreement, “something happen at home?” Nic’s jaw tightened again as he took another cautious step towards Jasper, his hues desperately pleading with the other to let him help as he paused for a moment within thought. “I went looking for you at the house. No one answered the door, Nel isn’t answering Tara’s calls and I know shit ain’t right when that happens.” Nic hesitated, his brow creased within concern as finally he urged, “what’s happened?” The blonde released a shaky breath as Jasper slowly began to turn towards him, his hand having risen to push his locks back from his features as he continued, “I can’t back off. You know that. You’re family.”

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The sigh of defeat that fled Jasper’s lips was given with a subtle roll of his hues as he took a drag of smoke, holding it in for a moment as he got his thoughts together. “I shouldn’t have come back man,” he finally gave in, the smoke falling from his lips in puffs as he spoke. “I fucked Nel’s life up and now I don’t know how to fucking fix it.” A shake of his head was given as he gaze fell to the ground, defeat passing through dark orbs as a hand rose to brush against the top of his buzzed head. “She gave up my kid, man,” he broke, a strangled sob leaving his lips as tears seemingly came out of nowhere. “She gave up our daughter because I left her alone. How the hell do I come back from that? How do I come to terms with that? My two year old daughter is out there somewhere that she doesn’t belong. She should be with her family, with her pack, with her brothers and sister.” Jasper’s gaze rose again, sad brown hues meeting Nic’s steel blue gaze as tears continued to stain his features. “Family,” he questioned. “I don’t know what the hell that even is anymore. My parents are dead, I died and lost my wife and kids- I’m like a god damn stranger to them- Family is nothing but a weakness, man. One day they’re there and the next, you’re whole god damn life is flipped upside down because they’re gone from you or they’re right there within grasp but you just can’t reach them.”

Nic cared very little for the slowly dispersing crowds as individuals began backing off after a series of warning glances and exchanged words. His frame was sturdy even as Jasper urged him backwards and his jaw tightened within response as he fought to ensure he remained under control. After his altercation with Max, Nic had been desperately attempting to ground himself, to refrain from allowing for his anger to begin ruling him again. Although if anything, now he wasn’t angry as much as he was pained by Jaspers actions and the expression upon Jaspers face further fuelled his previous concern. The second shove however, caught Nic off guard and he stumbled backwards and he pushed his palm behind him to catch himself against the table as he released a deep steadying breath. “You think I don’t give a damn?” He retorted, his words stern as his hues stared into Jasper’s own. “Fuck you.” The final shove from the other had really started to raise Nic’s heartrate, he could feel his frame threatening to tremble as the adrenaline began to take hold and his jaw began to ache from the intensity of his teeth grinding together, but before he could even respond, Jasper had forced his way past, knocking Nic’s shoulder as he did so and left the blonde staring after him. He paused for a moment, again wiping his now healed nose against his sleeve, as his free hand pushed backwards through his unkempt locks as he began to follow on. “Jasper!” He called after the other, his features twisted within despair but he was grateful for the coolness of the air upon his skin as he jogged towards the other. “What’s happening here. What the fucks going on, man?”

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It wasn’t hard for the male to just brush off the blonde’s words, his own jaw clenching with every movement he made, every word he spoke. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, the cool air welcome against his bloody, sweaty skin as he attempted to calm his heart rate with another drag of the cigarette. The call of his name did nothing to garner his attention, Jasper’s dark hues rolling as he shook his head and continued to walk away from the other. “Don’t fucking worry about it,” he retorted with a huff. “Go home to your wife, Nic. To your kids. I don’t wanna fucking talk about it.” Another drag of his cigarette was taken, his footsteps slowing as he turned to face the male, jaw still clenched tight and dark hues still cold. “Just back off, brother,” he breathed. “It ain’t important. You got your own shit to deal with.”

A momentary expression of despair crossed Nic’s features as his digits tightened around the material of Jasper’s shirt and the blonde gave his friend a stern shake, “what the fuck are you doing?” His words were more of a growl by this point as his fists balled around the material of Jasper’s clothing and he gave another shake, “are you trying to get yourself fucking killed?” The wolf’s hues were frantically searching the other in assessment of his wounds, as blood stained Jasper’s clothing. Nic could feel the panic setting in as he feared that something was going to happen to Jasper again, stirring within the pit of his stomach and coaxing a sensation of nausea from him. With his digits remaining enclosed around Jasper’s shirt, Nic turned his head towards his own shoulder, wiping the blood from his nose before returning his attentions towards the other as he urged, “what are you doing?”

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Regardless of whether or not the other male was like a brother to him or not or even the alpha status that he held with his wife, the second Nic’s digits were wrapped around the cloth of his shirt, forcefully shaking him, that anger began to build up again as Jasper’s hands rose to shove the male back. His features twisted into a look that most who knew him would find unfamiliar, the anger, the hate for the world that filled his hues were set coldly on the male as he spat a bit of blood from his mouth, his wounds already healing up as he straightened out his shirt. “So what if I am,” he retorted angrily, giving the male another shove. “What’s it to you? It’s my life, I can do with it how I please. Not like anyone else gives a damn.” Another shove was given to the male’s chest as Jasper shook his head. “Don’t fucking worry about it man,” he huffed, shaking his head as he fell silent for a moment, toe to toe with the male before he finally scoffed, his shoulder forcefully colliding with the blonde’s as he shoved his way out of the bar and into the brisk air, a pack of cigarette’s being brought out as he took one and lit it up, taking a deep puff, holding it in for a moment before allowing the smoke out of his chest before making his walk to the woods where he had originally been staying before finding Noelle.

Having not heard from Jasper, Nic had grown concerned for his friend, knowing that things weren’t exactly easy for him at the moment. It was getting late by this point and after learning from Noelle that Jasper wasn’t home, his worry only increased. The pair had been drinking in the same bar regularly, as of late and so that his first point of call.

The very moment Nic walked through the door and heads began to turn, he could hear shouts and glasses smashing and through the frantic crowds, he finally saw Jasper. The male was thrashing his fists into the body of another and the scent of blood immediately flooded Nic’s nostrils.

The blonde wasted little time in enclosing their distance, forcing other’s out of the way as he attempted to call out towards his friend. As people began forcing Nic back, he cussed, “get the fuck off of me” whilst pushing them away, perhaps a little more rough than he should have. “Jasper! fuck, man enough!” Just as Nic placed a palm against Jasper’s back, the other forced him away, driving his elbow into Nic’s face and he could hear the bone crunching beneath Jasper’s touch, but that didn’t deter him as he continued to try and get through to his friend, “Jas, its Nic, its me, alright come on… its me brother.”

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The conversation with Noelle hadn’t gone the way he had initially wanted or expected it to go and it only fueled the inner emotions that had been pent up since his return from the grave. Storming from the house had been his only option, not wanting to wake the kids because of an uncontrollable outburst, and made his way to the bar where he had planned to only have a drink or two. That quickly turned into more than just one and two and before he knew it Jas had quickly caught a buzz when some guys had approached and began pushing his buttons. It started with small snide comments and eventually escalated as Jasper shoved one of the guys away from him. Before he knew it an all out brawl had started and the unfiltered rage and grief that had filled Jasper was begin released on the guys. 

The emotions coursed through the male with a heat as his fists continued to collide with the guys face, glass shattering around them as a couple of other wolves had also jumped into the brawl. Nic’s voice never registered, to overcome with his anger to even notice that anyone else was even around that he knew until the male’s hand was against his back and the fear of a threat coming from behind him quickly shot through him, his elbow driving back into the other breaths coming out in heaves, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as his full body turned towards the blonde. It took a moment to register, fists still balled in front of him before he finally began to relax, blood spilling down his features from various cuts, bruises already forming. “Jesus Christ, Nic,” he breathed, his hands relaxing at his side as he realized the injury he had inflicted on him. “I’m so sorry, fuck man. I didn’t mean to... I thought you were... Fuck.”

Noelle’s frame tensed as Jas began to pull away and the realisation that her presence was doing more harm than good was evident upon her features. She dropped her touch from his body, her fingers threading together as she cautiously approached the other. “Its not” she whispered, her head shaking as her gaze attempted to plead with him to look at her. “Its not fine and i’m sorry.” Noelle inhaled a sharp breath, her digits flexed as she noted the distance he began placing between them, something of which she wasn’t used to. 

The blonde could feel the threat of tears stinging her hues and his question as to whether she hated him caused for her breath to hitch within the back of her throat, as her expression revealed her despair. “Hate you?” She repeated, the sound almost choking from her lungs as she forced herself forwards and reached for his wrist. “How could I hate you? – or blame you? You didn’t choose this, please, just look at me Jas…” Her pleads were paired with her fingers tugging upon his wrist to encourage for him to turn back towards her. “I couldn’t do it. I tried so hard, but I felt like my life was ending and I couldn’t raise a baby into that. I couldn’t do it without you.” Noelle’s bottom lip began to wobble, she caught it between her teeth to attempt to steady herself, before whispering, “she was adopted, Jasper. By good people. Really good people.”

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The clench in his chest as the blonde spoke was nearly unbearable as tears stung his dark hues, continuing to pace in order to hide the pain and vulnerability that was crossing his features with every word she spoke. Even as it pained him to do so, Jasper couldn’t help put pull away from Noelle’s touch, feeling more than undeserving and at a loss as he shook his head. “I did choose it, Noelle,” he retorted, voice rising slightly. “I made the active choice that night to get into a fight rather than just walk away and come home to my family. Did I know the repercussions of doing so? No but I still made the choice!” The crushing response from his wife about their child nearly broke the male, as a shaky breath left his lips, his hands moving to grip a nearby chair as he attempted to calm the racing of his heart. It almost felt as though it would explode in his chest as he allowed for his hues to fall shut, his head dipping down slightly as he shook it. “You gave up our daughter,” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and breaking. “Don’t tell me this ain’t my fault. I asked Nic to put me out of my misery. I made that choice to leave you and the kids. If I had known. God, if I had known that it would do all this to you, to our family...” Jasper’s words trailed off, silence falling between them as his inner turmoil began to build up and the next thing he knew the chair was being flung away from him. “I shouldn’t have come back,” he stated firmly, tears finally breaking through the barrier and streaking down his cheeks. “I should’ve stayed hidden and let you go on with your life. I can’t- I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. I’m still terrified to even be near the kids for longer than a couple of hours, to be near you not that it matters, you’re never here when I am. Christ, can I even fix this mess that I left behind?”

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Hunter chuckled, “Ya no soy tan pequeño” he admitted. His features turned stern again as he answered the male. “They do, my mother and father were killed, then Pops, and Hailie, and Max, and you…” he stated. When all of those people got hurt by being close to Hunter how could he not think that. “it’s fine, I guess I’ll just keep my distance from people…” he finished. 

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“Siempre serás pequeña para mi, niño,” Jasper retorted with a chuckle and playful punch to Hunter’s shoulder before a sigh left his lips. “And yet your pops is alive, Max is alive, your mom is alive, all of your siblings are alive, you yourself are alive. Why are you dwelling on the bad things that have happened? Things that weren’t in your control? Your pops died valiantly if I heard correctly. Protecting his wife and child, his pack. That’s not your fault. He did what any of us would’ve done. That ain’t on you.” A roll of dark hues was given, his hand rising to give the male a firm smack against the back of his head. “Don’t say stupid shit like that Hunter,” he stated firmly. “You’ve got your family back. You do not avoid that. Face it like a man and appreciate the good things, the blessings that you’ve got right now. Quit being a martyr.”

haven was confused. she wasn’t sure where she was anymore. the last thing she remembered was heading towards her car in the very populated new orleans after a day of work. and now, everything seemed to be different. where in the world was she and how did she get there? ( @theislesreblogs )

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“You look a little lost there,” Jasper spoke, approaching slowly so as to not scare the girl. “You alright? Need help finding someone or some place? I’m not too sure where all every place ‘round here is yet but I know the gist of it.”

Noelle shifted uncomfortably under Jasper’s gaze, her head lowering for a moment as he spoke, before eventually she peaked back up through her dark lashes, “I know – I’m sorry, I –” She knew he wasn’t going to buy any of her excuses, so she wouldn’t bother insulting him by attempting any. The blonde took a hesitant step forward, knowing already that their children were settled, and they were all so besotted with their father, she wanted them to have that time alone with him. 

She drew a sharp inhale, eventually enclosing their distance as she rose her hand towards his cheek and her eyes were intent against his own, “you’ve had that look in your eye for a while” she breathed, her lips rolling together as she caressed his cheekbone with her thumb, “the ‘we need to talk’ look.” Noelle paused for a moment, hesitantly removing her digits from his cheek as she continued, “you seem like you’ve been doing better, I just.. I didn’t want to jeopardize that.”

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A soft sigh fled his nostrils as his gaze pulled away from the blonde, shifting his weight slightly as his hand rose against his buzzed hair for a moment until he finally allowed it to drop to his side. He had been feeling like he was walking on glass with Noelle ever since he first saw her and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling in the slightest, not knowing where you stand with your wife, with your family. He was just glad that his kids were taking this whole situation better than he had expected them too. “It’s fine-” he remarked his gaze glued to a nearby wall.

Her scent grew stronger with every step towards him that she took, dark hues falling shut as a deep breath was inhaled when her touch met his cheek before opening them to meet her swirling emerald hues. A light scoff passed his lips as her hand dropped from his features and she spoke, his body turning away from her for a moment as his arms crossed over his chest and he paced the floor. “Better,” he questioned, his movements halting after a minute of thought. “Noelle, I’m walking on eggshells here. I don’t know what I’m allowed to say, what I’m allowed to do in regards to my own wife. I know I’ve put you through hell and I can’t apologize enough for that, mi vida, but I need something, anything to help me figure out where I stand. What am I allowed to ask you about? Am I allowed to ask where my other kid is? Don’t think I haven’t noticed that a 2 year old little girl is missing from our little flock here. Do you hate me? Is that why you don’t seem to want to be around? Is that why my other kid ain’t here? Did I cause you to lose her? Did you give her up?”

Noelle had mastered avoidance lately and as much as that pained her, it felt inescapable. There were questions that she knew Jasper would undoubtedly ask, but truth be told, she wasn’t ready to answer them. She also knew how frightened he was, she could feel it radiating off him. He was scared to be around her and their kids and she in turn had cast a protection spell around them to ward off her own fear, so she got it. 

She had spent the majority of her time with Tara, hoping to give Jasper the space that he needed to readjust, and she knew that he had been spending a lot of his time with Nic. As she stumbled through the door, she hadn’t anticipated Jas being the other side of it, waiting in the living room as she murmured, “oh, hey I’m sorry. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

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It wasn’t hard for the male to pick up on the fact that his wife was avoiding him. It was more than obvious to him as most of his time was spent avoiding people in general when he had first come back. Instead of dwelling on it, however, he had taken that energy and put it in to his kids, trying to ignore the fact that he was sure there was a kid missing and that only furthered the fear that rolled off of him as to what could’ve happened to his other daughter, to Noelle in his time gone.

He had hoped she’d be home earlier in the night, wanting to finally sit down and talk about the things that he’d missed, try and get things back to how they were but as the hours ticked on and the kids had eaten and headed to bed, Jasper found himself sat in the living room staring at the pages of a book, not really focused on it as he continued to wait for the blonde’s arrival. The clicking of the lock pulled his attention, shutting the book and tossing it on to the table as he pushed himself up from his seat. Her voice lifted through the air but rather than bring him comfort, he seemed less than capable of putting words together. “No, you didn’t wake me,” he spoke, his voice soft as a hand rose to rub at the back of his neck. “Thought you’d be back earlier.”

A shake of his head was all the wolf could give, a defeated sigh passing his lips as he leaned against a nearby rock, his gaze downcast at the ground as he crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "I know, man," he mused. "I don't even recognize myself. I'm so terrified of everything. Of being around Noelle and the kids, being around people in general- Being around you. I don't want to cause any of you pain and I'm afraid that's all my presence does anymore."

Even before getting hexed, Jasper's anger easily got the best of him especially where his wife was concerned so the moment he laid eyes on a man with his hands on the blonde even as she tried to pull away, there was zero hesitation in the wolf's movements. Fists tightly grasped against the other male's shirt, his movements shoving the other male back against a wall as he glanced back at Noelle for a moment only for his gaze to return to the male as he muttered something about the blonde being a whore and it was game over as a fist rose and slammed against the male's jaw, the force sending the other to the ground before Jasper found himself on top of the guy and his fists repeatedly hitting against the man's features before shoving himself off of him as the blonde's touch landed on his shoulder, and his breaths came out in heavy pant's. "Next time do what the lady says and don't fucking touch her," he Jas spat firmly before he spit in the man's direction. "Fucking pig."

"Yo también te extrañé, hombrecito," Jasper mused, a hand clapping down on to the young hybrid's shoulder, a grin forming across his lips. "That's bs, Hunter. People don't get hurt because they get close to you. It's life, people get hurt all the time and sometimes we just get the shit end of the stick. It's not you or nothing, that's just how life is, 'mano."

“I should have done more Jas. I should have fought harder for you.” Nic inhaled an unsteady breath, his tone feeble as he murmured, “I left your wife without a husband, your kids without their dad. I couldn’t even look Nell in the eye and tell her what happened and I’m sorry. I wanted to, but I just, I couldn’t.” The blonde shook his head, his jaw taut as his grasped around the other tightened and he placed a firm kiss against Jasper’s head. “I’m just glad you’re back. I can’t do this without my damn brother.” As directed, Nic rested his forehead against Jaspers, placing his palm at the back of the other’s neck. “You doing okay?”

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“Nah man, you did what you could,” he assured the other. “There was nothing more you could’ve done for me, Nic. You protected them, man, from their husband and father. Shit, you protected me. What if you hadn’t killed me, brother? What if I had hurt one of them? I’d never be able to live with that. You did exactly what was needed and I can’t thank you enough for that.” A grin formed across his lips as he grip against the back of his friend’s neck tightened for a moment before eventually releasing and allowing for his arms to return to his sides, a fleeting sigh falling from his lips as he offered a shrug. “I’m- I don’t know honestly,” Jasper admitted. “I’m terrified if I’m being honest. I mean, I feel fine but what if I’m not actually fine. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

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Max lifted his head, the last time he had shifted back into a human it had been after his first full moon, but now he wasn’t sure how to be himself again. Everything felt torn up inside and wrong. He gave a whine as he watched his uncle.

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Jasper’s head tilted to the side slightly as the wolf whined softly,a soft chuckle easing from his lips as he seated himself against a rock. “I can feel your unease, little wolf” he commented. “Have you tried running it off? Nothing helps clear your mind like the wind blowing through your fur as your running top speed.”