Everything told Jackson that the wolf before him was his own. Every sense, except sight. He'd been told that some could fully turn, but seeing one was different. It was enough of a shock to make him hesitate. Fear working in under the anger. What strength would someone have in such a form? Stronger than him?

Gold eyes. Not red. To him, that meant less than an alpha. Therefore, he had a chance.

Blue eyes flashed in the shadows as he snarled. This wasn't Derek, or Stiles. But he was willing to take any replacement, anything to use that rage on. With a growl, he lunged at the wolf, claws slashing for its face.