I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

[bigkanimaoncampus]

When; Jan 15, after dark
Rating; PG-13 at least (it will likely get violent and angry)
Characters; Jackson (bigkanimaoncampus), Peter (velveteenwolf), Allison (chasseuse), Derek (lupusalpha)
Summary; Jackson wasn’t prepared for the full moon. And as a result, the resident wolves and hunters need to step in to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone.
Log;

As darkness fell across the city, Jackson felt restless. Not the sort of restless that left a person unable to sit still. Something more intense. Outside the apartment building where Lydia stayed, he paced in bare feet and stripped to the waist, his previously fountain soaked clothes still in Lydia’s care. With what she’d said, he no longer knew where they stood. Were they together? Did she even want him staying with her? Losing her to a move was one thing, but this?!

Hands flexed in and out of fists. He could feel it. Just under the surface. Just barely contained. That very thing he’d that gave him the power he’d longed for. Howling. Demanding to be let out, to be the answer to his frustrations.

He hadn’t lost control, yet. Not since the two days before, in his training with Derek, before he came to this city. He was better than this. He didn’t need her. He could do this himself. But the very thought of her brought a flood of blinding jealousy and regret. His grasp shifted and it came tearing toward the surface with such ferocity it made him double over.

This wasn’t just a typical loss of control. He hadn’t felt something like this since the full moon, less than a week ago for him.

Control it! he scolded himself. He was better than this. He was stronger than it.

The effort to contain it drove him to his knees, hands hitting the pavement. On reflex he reached for that which helped him most. Something that mattered to him far more than needing to be better. Memories of a girl. Of Lydia. Typically, it was a flood of all that made her important to him. Small things. Laying in bed with her. A shared laugh. At someone else’s misfortune or their own delight. Or much larger things, such as the painful but humanizing words she spoke after handing him a simple house key. But not this time. In their place there were only memories of her with Stiles, whether real or imagined.

Claws dug into pavement as he let out a ferocious, inhuman roar. The wolf flooded through him before he could stop it.

A sound. Something behind him. Or someone. He twisted around, ready to attack. But before he could locate the source, he caught a glimpse of the moon, just barely peeking out between the clouds.

Full.

He didn’t understand how or why. But the sight gave him a sudden rush of clarity. The tiniest edge of control. Get away! Get out!

He took off, away from the apartments. Running as fast as he could, remaining on two feet instead of all fours as others of his kind tended to do. He didn’t know the city. Where it started or ended, or what lay beyond its streets. Even if he had known the lay out, the roar anger and fear inside him detracted from any conscious ability to navigate.

He just ran.

Comments

[velveteenwolf]

For better or worse, Peter's change came earlier than the others. His name came on a breath of wind as the sun touched the horizon with the oncoming glow of twilight. By the time the sky shifted to velvet dark, and the full orb of the white moon hung high in the sky, Peter was already prowling the woods on four feet with black ears that twitched at that sound of a howl. It sounded like he was something maybe kind of like pack, which was enough to have Peter running, an answering howl on his breath, trying to get the werewolf's attention.

This way.

He'd talked enough with the others to know that they didn't always have control, and he didn't recognize the pitch of his howl. It said werewolf, but he couldn't put a scent to it, not yet. Which meant it had to be the Beta that Derek had texted him about. He'd offered to keep an eye out for him, and so fleet paws move the black shadow closer to the sound, to the scent that is all wolf, but not pack. Not yet, anyway.

And of course, Peter has all sorts of conflicted feelings, and he might have control during the moon, but that doesn't mean that there isn't a part of him that wants to pin Jackson to the forest floor and snarl if you hurt her-- into his throat. Lydia is his friend, which isn't quite pack, but it's special and different and is one of those rare things that Peter will fight for.

Peter might be very close to an Omega, but he's still a very large streak of black fur and gold eyes and teeth that Nature has christened as the last word of all things. It's a full moon, and there's a new scent, and typical teenage bravado is tangled up with wolf instincts that hum through him like heat.

He doesn't want a fight, he just wants to make a point, and by the full moon the black wolf promises there's a difference.

[lupusalpha]

He knew that it was all going to go to shit. Jackson may have control, in theory, but he's also an asshole whose worst trait is letting fear get the better of him. He may not admit it, but Jackson is terrified of anyone and anything that could be even remotely stronger than he is. And there's a lot in this city that fits the bill.

The full moon means Derek is on patrol, in a way. Stiles is back at the cabin and Derek is walking through the woods when he hears the roar. Perfect. He takes a moment, rolls his eyes, and then starts moving forward, running in Jackson's direction. The teenager is an omega through and through.