The sun was high in the sky and the freezing cold of the morning gave way to the lazy heat of the day, it was still freezing cold though, just less so. Steam rose off the forest floor where the cold waters of the early morning slowly evaporated up into the sky in white tendrils. Stiles ran through the mist as fast as his legs could carry him. He crashed through the thick underbrush as twigs and branches cut and slapped against his flesh, he leaped over dips and fallen logs, and zigzagged between tall looming trees, all while his heart hammered in his chest, as his breath huffed out of him with every step.

The entire time he wondered why he never listened to the people in his life, they were always telling him things, always telling him to be careful and pay attention, they always said it was for his own good. He never did listen though, and he refused to heed people's warnings, no, he'd learned fast that, often times, the things adults tell you not to do were usually the most fun.

He wished he'd listened this time, as he ran as fast as he could, especially when his foot caught on a branch and Stiles felt his body jerk forward, his face hit the dirt hard beneath him as all the air was slammed out of his body. Behind him, around him, everywhere, vibrating inside his head and around the woods, all he heard was the snarling growl of a wolf on the hunt.

Last week Derek had explained that the three days of the full moon—the day before, the day of, and the day after—the pack would be going through its heat.

"Wait, so are you saying…are you saying what I think your saying?" Erica looked confused.

"It's…It's a strange situation. We can normally handle things on our own. We spend those days alone with some…toys, doing…and it's no big deal. But the younger you are the harder it is and you're all teenagers…I'd feel better knowing you were safe…You can do dangerous things when going through heat and…" Derek stopped talking; he looked horrifically embarrassed and mortified.

"What is it exactly," Stiles wanted to know, everything, like usual.

"Well…" Derek sighed, "As wolves we go through two heats a year, one as a pack and one individually. The pack heat is started by the…alpha. When the alpha goes into heat so does the pack."

"Okay, but what does it mean," Stiles still didn't get it, he knew it involved sex, he just didn't know how.

Derek glared at Stiles and opened his mouth, but stopped short. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Behind him Peter started to giggle.

"Shut up!" said Derek turning his glare on his uncle, the man simply rolled his eyes.

"What Derek is so adorably embarrassed to tell you is that going into heat means that you all will be hornier than you've ever been in your short little lives. You're going to want to fuck and be fucked more than you've ever wanted and it's not going to be good or fun but painful...unbearably so." Peter smiled as he told the pack. Erica pulled Boyd closer against her, Isaac and Scott gave each other scared looks and Jackson…Jackson wasn't even there.

Derek saw the strange look on his packs face and felt the need to add, "It gets better as you get older, easier, and some alone time is enough…But for the most part Peter is right. It's painful and strange and somewhat…scary. The urge is powerful, and for you guys, Scott and Isaac, the strangest part will be…well you're not just going to want to fuck…your going to want to be…"

"Fucked," finished Peter, Isaac and Scott balked at the idea.

"Erica and Boyd are lucky, they're each others mates, it makes it way easier to have someone willing, mated pairs only feel the need to mate with each other…But for the rest of you…well, be here when it starts, and you'll know when it starts…we'll handle things form there…except for Stiles for the love of god don't fucking show up!" Derek finished his explanation with a pointed look at Stiles and dismissed the pack. They were quieter than usual as they left Derek's new hideout, an apartment building set far from the center of town, right at the edge of the industrial factories. Peter had bought it long ago, when the Hale pack had been whole.

Stiles watched as Scott and Isaac talked awkwardly, probably making plans already, he wondered who was the bigger bottom, Stiles would put his money on Scott but...Stiles flinched when he felt a hand land on his shoulder, it roughly pulled him into the room next to the living room Derek usually held his pack meetings in.

"Stiles," started Derek, "I have something important to tell you. I think you noticed that Jackson wasn't here, he already knows about this, but there's something you need to do this week while we're all out of commission, other than stay out of trouble…I really need you to stay away from Jackson. Don't go looking for him, don't talk to him, don't even let him see you, do you understand?"

"Yeah of cour—"

"No, see, stop right there. You always do this, make light of a situation but this is important. Stay. Away. From Jackson." Derek looked Stiles in his eyes and held his gaze for a minute before walking away. Stiles sighed and watched Derek walk away, he knew that the next few days were going to be hard for him, not being able to be with his friends, but Stiles couldn't understand why Derek thought he would go out of his way to go look for Jackson…Having said that though, Stiles had every intention on seeing Jackson, now.

And for that reason he found himself on the dirty forest floor, face bruised and cut from running through the woods. He'd gone to Jackson's house, it was Thursday, the day after the full moon and the last day of their heat, Stiles had thought it'd be safe-ish. He found the house empty, or so he'd thought. He entered through the backdoor, it was unlocked, and climbed the stairs to Jackson's room. He found the turned wolf, chained down, literally, bolts were drilled into the ceiling and floor of his room, from them thick monstrous chains were attached and those were themselves attached to Jackson. He was snarling and panting and when he saw Stiles he howled, his eyes shown electric blue.

Stiles ran as Jackson shifted, as the boys fangs elongated, and hair sprouted on his face. Stiles heard the unmistakable sound of chains being ripped apart and falling to the wooden floor in the loud musical tinkle of chains. Stiles launched himself out of the house and straight into the woods, and ran for his life. Behind him he could hear the snarling sound of Jackson giving chase.

Where he lay, bruised and terrified, Stiles tried hard to catch his breath quietly, he didn't want Jackson to hear him and rip him to shreds. He slowly rose to his feet and looked around him and became painfully aware of the silence that had fallen all around. He was wheezing, trying really hard not to, when something slammed into his side and pinned him to the ground.

Jackson held Stiles' arms above his head; the wolf was panting hard as sweat poured down his face in thick streams. He didn't have a shirt, all he had on were a pair of loose sweats. Jackson roared loud, right in his face and Stiles let out a small yelp.

"Please…Jackson…don't…" Stiles knew he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. Jackson's face was contorted in horrible animal fury, his lips were pulled back exposing his fangs.

But slowly Stiles saw as Jackson's expression changed, from something angry to something pained. His wolf features pulled away until all that Stiles saw was Jackson, his eyes were bunched together and his entire body was shaking. Then Jackson started to whimper, just like a dog, the universal sign of an animal in pain. Jackson whimpered and closed his eyes, bit his lip, and clenched his fists.

Slowly, Stiles started shuffling himself backwards, out from under Jackson. He slid slowly on his back and when his feet passed Jackson's thighs he turned and pulled himself forward with his arms as he tried to scramble away. Stiles thought maybe…

Jackson grabbed onto Stiles' ankle and pulled him roughly back, flipped him onto his back and raised his clawed hand. Stiles closed his eyes and waited for the blow. He heard Jackson growl as he swung, felt as the claws skimmed over his body, his shirt was ripped off and flew away, but his flesh was left intact.

Stiles waited, and slowly opened his eyes. Jackson had his own eyes sealed shut, he was biting his lip, and had his hands in fists which he brought down suddenly next to Stiles' head.

"Why don't you listen! I fucking told him, I told him to keep you away from me I didn't want to—and he said—and why the fuck don't you listen!" Jackson was yelling and slamming his fists next to Stiles' head and all the boy could do was watch the wolf try his hardest to fight off his own natural urges.

"Why—why, I—and I-I…Why…do you smell…so good," said Jackson surprising Stiles. "You smell just like—so good…so good," Jackson bent forward and pressed his forehead against Stiles' bare chest. Stiles turned his head and closed his eyes in an attempt to keep his brain from processing what it was seeing and feeling. Stiles noticed his shirt hanging in shreds on the low braches of a tree a few feet away and tried his hardest to ignore the press of Jackson's searing hot skin against his own.

Jackson took a deep whiff of Stiles, his nose was pressed tight against the boy's chest and inhaled, and then he moaned. It was a sound that completely shocked Stiles back to attention, made him painfully aware of his missing shirt, and the sweat on his skin, and, absurdly, the fact that he hadn't showered since the day before. But Jackson moaned and took deep whiffs of Stiles while rubbing his face against the boy's flat chest.

"God, your skin is so soft, mmmmmm," Jackson kept rubbing his face across Stiles chest, sniffing and humming. Stiles flinched and tried to push Jackson away when he felt the moist wet heat of Jackson's tongue drag across his skin. Jackson just grabbed his arms and held them over Stiles' head, he gave Stiles a pointed look, which instantly turned pained and remorseful, and Stiles wasn't sure how he felt—hateful towards Jackson for doing whatever he was planning on doing to him or maybe, possibly, reluctantly understanding, after all Jackson was in a situation that he had no control over.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, Stiles I can't—I can't stop. It hurts So much…and you smell so good," Jackson licked another stripe across Stiles chest.

"Okay I don't know, Jackson just, just give me some time and I—I—I why, Jackson. Jackson! Stop, that, Jax, please, I can't—please," Stiles was babbling, he knew he wasn't going to get away, not anymore, what he didn't know was that Jackson could make him feel so…so…hot.

Jackson kept lapping at Stiles' chest, covered the expanse of flat muscles with his tongue, Stiles couldn't keep his body from shivering beneath the ministrations. He kept babbling things, he wasn't even sure what he was saying but he was begging Jackson to—and he begged—and he couldn't stop, he just needed…needed….

Jackson slowly traveled from the center of Stiles' chest all the way to his armpit and buried his nose there. Stiles twitched, it tickled, but Jackson moaned loud, and the whole thing wasn't funny, it was weirdly hot. Jackson did the same to the other armpit before licking his way up Stiles' neck, tracing the cords of muscles with the tip of his tongue before wrapping the wet appendage around the curve of Stiles' chin.

Jackson then began licking Stiles lips and whimpering, begging Stiles to let him in. Stiles thought about it, his body was on fire everywhere Jackson touched him and amazingly cool wherever Jackson's saliva slowly evaporated. Stiles wanted it, whatever Jackson was preparing to give him, something inside him had burst in a giant well of want so big he couldn't help let out a small whimper of his own. He opened his mouth, just a crack, but that was all Jackson needed and soon Stiles had a mouthful of Jackson's tongue as it explored every crevice, as it tasted.

Jackson slowly coaxed Stiles' tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it, massaged it, enjoyed the feeling of Stiles taking over the kiss, dominating, it was good, it was forgiveness, permission. Stiles kissed Jackson back with all he could, he thought of Lydia, and how he always dreamed about doing this to her, making out with her, petting her, getting her wet and ready for him, he wished someone had told him what a huge bitch she was before he had fallen in love, though if he thought about it some one had, Jackson.

Never in Stiles' life did he think his first sexual experience was going to be with Jackson of all people, never in his life did he think he would be the girl, and never in his life did he think that there would be nothing he wanted more than to have Jackson fuck him, because he did, he wanted it, he burned for, like Jackson burned for him.

As if by some predetermined decision, Jackson broke away from the kiss and rose, Stiles noticed how calm Jackson looked, how at peace, the wild beast that had chased him down had been replaced with Jackson as he was, and apparently what Jackson was, was a gentle and considerate lover. Jackson slowly pulled off Stiles shoes, folded and stuffed each sock in a shoe before tossing them away. Jackson moved on and slowly unbuckled Stiles' belt, and the whole time the wolf watched Stiles' face, he looked for any sign that Stiles wanted to stop, something to tell him that he was going too far, but saw none. He unbuttoned the boy's jeans with hands that were suddenly trembling, he was nervous and overcome by hormones, and knew there was nothing he could do to stop. He ignored the mound of flesh that pressed against his hands as he lowered the boy's zipper and then pulled off the pants. He tossed those aside and then just breathed to keep himself from getting overwhelmed. Stiles was panting and watching him with curious attention, his underwear was tented, a large wet spot had formed at the tip of Stiles' dick and Jackson had to swallow as his mouth filled with saliva.

"Jackson," started Stiles, startling Jackson out of his reverie, the boy was blushing and his usual energetic demeanor seemed subdued, "whatever you need…I…I want to help." Jackson didn't need to hear that, it made the wolf inside him howl with pleasure and anticipation, it made his skin catch fire and it made him dive down and wrap his mouth around the mound of cotton that was wrapped around Stiles dick, and he sucked, and it was ambrosia, the drink of the gods, it was delicious, and it ripped a completely slutty moan out of his mouth.

Stiles was not prepared for what Jackson was doing, the heat alone was overwhelming, but the feel of the moist tongue on his almost exposed dick was too much. Stiles moaned and Jackson hummed in return. Jackson mouth every inch of tented cotton he could, pressed his nose underneath the mound of Stiles' balls and took a deep satisfying whiff. Jackson grabbed the hem of Stiles underwear and pulled them off and threw them aside before diving back in, taking Stiles' firm flesh in his mouth and sucking, hard.

"Fuuuck," Stiles' eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jackson sunk down on his dick, all the way down, until his nose was buried in the boy's pubes. Jackson didn't know he could do it and took some pride in his hidden talent. Stiles would have taken note of the surreal view, of seeing the king of jocks deep throating his dick, he would have, if he had been capable of thought, he wasn't.

Jackson bobbed up and down as Stiles moaned and tried to fight off his quickly approaching orgasm. Jackson pulled off to bury his nose in the thick bush of hair and committed the scent to memory, he let Stiles' dick rub against his face, he loved the velvety texture, before wrapping his lips around Stiles balls and sucking on them, soaking them in saliva, and massaging them lightly with his teeth.

From the pockets of his sweats Jackson pulled out a bottle of lube, even in his animal haze he'd had the presence of mind to grab the small bottle before giving chase. Jackson covered his fingers in the slick liquid and, while sucking on Stiles' dick, slowly circled the boy's hole. Stiles wasn't totally aware of what Jackson was doing, his body was on overload, all the sensations were driving him wild and it wasn't until Jackson sunk a finger all the way inside him did he realize what the wolf was doing. A finger slowly turned into two and Stiles involuntarily began to raise his hips to give Jackson better access. Jackson sucked and fingered and slowly prepared Stiles, he hadn't wanted to do it this way, but…

Jackson moved on to three fingers and was deep throating Stiles as best he could, he sucked hard and massaged the flesh with his tongue and took cues from Stiles' whimpering and moaning. As he did he curled his fingers, scissored them, and thrust them in and out.

"Jackson…stop…Stop! I-I I'm close. I'm going to—"

Jackson pulled off Stiles' dick, he waited for the boy to calm down and ease away from his impending orgasm. But Jackson couldn't resist keeping the boy on edge with his fingers, curled them inside Stiles and searched for that small mound of flesh that Jackson knew would bring him amazing pleasure, Danny had told him. But Jackson took pity on Stiles and pulled his fingers out. He leaned forward and kissed Stiles, ran his hands over the boys head and the downy hair that covered it. Stiles whimpered the entire time as his dick twitched and his orgasm slowly faded into something more manageable.

Jackson lifted Stiles hips and placed the boy's legs on his shoulders before he lined himself up, it was time, he couldn't wait any longer, it was miracle he'd waited at all, but Jackson always believed that he would do anything for the boy, even fight off his natural urges. Stiles was ready, and when Jackson looked at him for permission, Stiles gave it with a nod of his head and felt as Jackson slowly sunk into him in one fluid motion. To his surprise it didn't hurt, Jackson had prepared him too well for that. Instead, Stiles felt full, pleasantly so, and when Jackson started to move he felt fucking amazing, he felt the give and pull of his ass and its rim as it clung to Jackson and it was all so new and so…so…perfect.

Jackson started a slow easy pace that quickly became something more, something faster and harsher, until the loud slap of flesh echoed around the trees. Jackson gnashed his teeth as his wolf rose to the surface and tried to take over, Jackson refused, he wouldn't turn, not with Stiles, not unless he asked, he wouldn't hurt him. So he fought his wolf, kept it below the surface and underneath his skin, but he couldn't stop the relentless pace he was building up to.

Stiles couldn't breath, he couldn't see, all he could do was feel the rolling pleasure of his body, the hard slap of Jackson's torso as it slammed into his ass and the way the wolfs dick curved just enough to hit his prostate. It didn't exactly make him feel good, not instantly, instead it felt like something inside him was filling up, reaching a point where Stiles felt he would explode, he knew it was soon, but not soon enough, he was ready but something was missing.

Jackson felt his own orgasm building and his instincts took over, he buried himself deep inside Stiles, as far as his he could, and then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the boys neck and sunk his teeth into the flesh as his knot filled with blood and locked the two together, and when Stiles announced his orgasm with a loud moan, Jackson came with him, over and over, until his vision went white and his body collapsed onto the boy beneath him.

Stiles' eyes went wide when he felt Jackson's dick getting bigger, expanding to the point that it almost hurt, almost, but what Stiles mostly felt was the incredible feeling of electricity coursing his body, tingling his skin, and it was all so amazing and powerful, and it was his first time, but he would always remember this moment, always.

Jackson panted around the meat in his mouth and Stiles moaned and moaned and Jackson wished he'd shut up because it was driving him insane, so he rutted, he pushed and pulled and felt his knot pulling on the muscles of Stiles' ass, he was firmly stuck and if he pulled hard enough he would hurt the both of them. Instead, he pulled enough to make Stiles gasp and clench, and it was fucking amazing and Jackson wasn't prepared for it, the….emotions, because Jackson was in love with boy, with Stiles, had been, for months, since he was a wolf and saw him and smelled him and he just knew, he knew.

Jackson slowly rolled Stiles around his knot, positioned them until he was able to hug the boy, until they were spooning and lying on the ground among dead leaves. His dick staid painfully hard and fat, Jackson wasn't used to the feeling of his knot, it was completely foreign, to have a hard on and feel it get even harder, even bigger, and the sensitivity, it was overpowering. Every few minutes Jackson could feel orgasm after orgasm course through his body, he was filling Stiles up with his come and it was pure bliss. Jackson was happy; for once in his life he was completely happy.

Stiles didn't speak, he couldn't, his brain had short circuited with intense pleasure and joy. Stiles focused on the way Jackson kept twitching inside him, or the hand that was rubbing up and down his torso, from his abs up to his chest, and the way Jackson kept nuzzling his neck with his nose, it all made Stiles feel…special…loved…cherished, it had been far too long since Stiles had felt that way not since…Jackson kissed the back of his neck and lightly kissed the bite he'd place there, his mark.

Stiles' mind finally drifted as he slowly sunk into a deep sleep. He remembered a long time ago, not that long actually, a few weeks, Scott had burst into his room crying. He had never done that before, they were guys, guys didn't cry, at least no in front of each other, but Scott was and he threw himself on Stiles bed.

"Dude, Scott what's wrong? Scott, your scaring me, what's wrong is everyone okay, did something happen? Scott, SCOTT!" Stiles went from nervous to scared in a span of ten seconds, Scott just cried and sniffled.

Finally, after wiping his face with his hands and taking a few deep breathes Scott talked, "Derek said me and Allison aren't mates, he said she's not the one for me. I asked him how he could possibly know. He asked if we had sex already and I was like 'duh' and he asked me if anything weird happened, and I said like what, but Derek just shook his head and said that if it had happened I would know. He said that the only way to know if you've found you're true mate is if your knot appears while having sex, he said because mine hadn't it meant that Allison wasn't my mate, he said that it didn't mean she wasn't, it just meant she wasn't then…or might never be…" Scott took a breath and wiped the fresh tears that fell from his eyes before releasing a long sigh. Stiles stepped away from his desk and sat next to Scott on the bed, he threw an arm around his life long friend and hugged him close.

Stiles thought about that now and what it meant. He clenched his ass around the round mound of flesh that was trapped inside him, he knew what it was, and had no idea how to feel about it.

"How long have you known," suddenly asked Stiles, Jackson hummed in response to acknowledge he was listening but didn't understand, "that I was your mate…how long have you known." Stiles waited for the response, Jackson just sighed loudly before pressing his forehead against the back of Stiles neck.

"I—"

"Don't lie, I know…about knotting, about what it means…"

"I've known for a while…since after my first full moon…since I went full wolf, after Peter taught me. I smelled you once…and it was," Jackson had a small smile on his face, his eyes were closed as he remembered the first time he really smelled Stiles, the first time his wolf recognized the scent of its mate, it was like…coming home. That was what Stiles smelled like to him, he smelled like home, clean linen sheets, lemon pledge, sugar cookies, chocolate cake, and hope. "…So I've known for a while."

"Why—why didn't you tell me?" Stiles wasn't sure why, but knowing that Jackson had known that he was his mate for months, months, was kind of insulting. Stiles thought back to Jackson first transformation, his first full moon, that had been nine months ago, in December, it was September now, that entire time Jackson had known and said nothing. "We're you ashamed of me, am I not good enough, why wouldn't you tell—"

Jackson shut the boy up with a rough kiss to his mouth, he twisted the boys head just enough to deepen the kiss, to pour as much affection as he could into it. "I didn't tell you Stiles because," Jackson pressed their foreheads together, "because I'm not good enough for you…you deserve someone better, someone who knows how to…who understands…I don't even know how to say it!" Jackson laughed a self depreciating laugh, it was nearly impossible to describe how he felt for the boy, it was all new to him too, the feelings, the well of emotions that suddenly and irrevocably burst inside him on sight and sense alone. "I didn't want to turn you into another Lydia…She used to be sweet and kind and then she dated me and changed…I…you should never change Stiles…your perfect and I'm not."

"That's not fair Jackson, I'm your mate, that isn't something you could just hide away from me—"

"Actually it is," Jackson had a look on his face, complete misery, "you're human, you might never feel the bond, and the only reason you think you feel it now is because of the heat, if it weren't for it…you would never have felt it,"

"That's not true," said Stiles but he wasn't sure. His emotions were his own nothing could change that…right? "I…I feel something for you Jackson I do…"

Jackson laughed and gave him a pained smile, as if trying to say that it was okay he didn't love him, that it was okay none of it was real, "its been months and you've felt nothing…I don't think you're going to start now." Jackson gave him that pained smile as his eyes filled with tears.

Jackson ran his thumb across Stiles face, rubbed his cheek bones, "you're so beautiful," said Jackson and smiled. He sighed, "Its okay Stiles, today's the last day of the heat, tomorrow you can go back to hating me."

"What! I—"

"Please! Just give me this moment, just let me enjoy this one thing and I promise I'll leave you alone." Jackson pulled Stiles tight against him and, remembering that he was still knotted inside the boy, concentrated on the feeling of his body, the incredible pleasure of mating, of filling Stiles with his come, because if he couldn't have Stiles for the rest of his life he would at least have him for the day.

After an hour Jackson's knot slowly deflated, but Jackson remained hard and fully inside Stiles. Stiles tried pulling away, as much as he enjoyed the peace he felt being held and filled by Jackson, he also wanted to go. After everything Jackson had said, about the heat and his emotions not being his own, he wanted to crawl into his bed and think, and reassess. Maybe he didn't like Jackson…before, before the kanima, before he was a werewolf, before he got to know him. But he did now, he understood him more than he thought he could.

Jackson had other ideas though, he slowly pulled out of Stiles and, without warning, slammed back in. He tore a loud grunt from Stiles and followed his quick thrust with a slow roll of his hips. This is the pace he set, in and out, slow and steady. It was good, for a while, but soon Stiles found himself needing more, wanting more, he pushed back in an attempt to bring Jackson to him faster, harder. Jackson simply plunged into him deep and held him there, until Stiles stopped moving and then he would start again, in and out, and it was driving Stiles crazy.

"Please, Jackson, Jax, I need—I need more please,"

"Tell me what you need, I'll give it to you, anything, tell me,"

"Faster Jax, please, harder make me come—make me yours—please, just," Stiles groaned out loud as Jackson thrust his hips as hard as he could, his mate wanted to come, so Jackson would make it happen.

It ended far too soon for both of them, but Jackson had the pleasure of pushing his knot into Stiles, felt the muscled ring stretch and then pop over his knot and suck him in, and again they were stuck together, they were one body, one mind, they were mates…for now.

Stiles orgasm was mind blowing and exhausting, he was spent, literally his dick deflated onto his thigh as Jackson held him close. Stiles sighed and thought, if Jackson could make him feel like this everyday of his life…why would he fight it? Would it be so bad to let Jackson love him…no that wasn't the problem, the problem was if Stiles could be so cruel to not love Jackson back.

After another hour, Jackson's knot finally slipped out of Stiles and with it an obscene amount of come. Jackson stood and grabbed the shreds of Stiles' shirt and used it to clean both of them off. The boy was sleeping and didn't even stir, Jackson lifted him into his arms and cradled him for a bit, took in his scent one last time, there in the forest, the place he would always return to, to remember the one time he was truly happy.

He walked all the way back to Stiles' house, ducked behind cars, fences, and trees, and finally made it there without being seen. He laid the boy down in his bed and wrapped him in his sheets before placing a kiss on his temple. He shut his eyes tight and allowed a few tears to spill out of the corners of his eyes.

It was all so unfair, Jackson had only ever wanted to be feel as if he mattered, to anyone, and always felt as if people saw him as something pathetic, something worthless, and so he tried hard to be the best he could, the strongest, the smartest, the best. Jackson didn't care if it made him a bad person, because he always believed that he would find someone who would love him, all of him, no matter what a huge dick he was, that person would love him. And against all odds Jackson had found that person…and that person hated him, had wanted to kill him, and when he became a wolf had done everything to keep him out of the pack. Stiles had done all that, had wanted to kill him when he was the kanima, and when he was cured…tricked…by Lydia they took a vote to decided whether to let him into the pack…and Stiles had voted against him. If Peter hadn't taken him under his wing Jackson would probably be strung up somewhere, ripped in half by some hunter's sword. As luck would have it Derek was a jealous alpha and couldn't stand knowing that his first beta was being raised by his uncle, that was the only reason he was in the pack. But even so Derek barely tolerated him, even when he did his best, tried his hardest, Derek seemed to hate him…

Jackson walked out of the house and looked at the sun, it was edging west faster than he had hoped, night was going to fall soon and he had one more night of heat to get through, Friday everything would go back to normal, and Jackson finally understood what a breaking heart felt like…