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002 // Cold Steel Wolf

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[ Jackson hated the woods. They were filthy, exposed and unnecessary. Not to mention the insulting lack of supplies. The message, however, was a welcome invitation. But he didn't care about us-versus-them. It was him versus everyone else. Even what remained of his pack wasn't safe, if they chose to cross him. He could always bite more people.

Because Jackson? He was an alpha. A cold, uncaring, ruthless alpha. He never spent time as the kanima, lacking the issues that had led to that for his counterpart. He'd need some semblance of a heart to be anywhere near that. But he was also from a little further along the timeline. Having taken on the Alpha twins and taken their power from him.

He could be found stalking through the woods. Seeking his pack. Seeking infiltrators. Seeking anyone he could find an excuse to kill. ]

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[ In looks, he is no different. But in voice, he certainly is. There's a cold stillness to him. An overwhelming sense of control. Making him sound closer to Peter Hale than the little ball of fury that was the original version of Jackson. ]

There is only one person who's going to win this. And no one will stand in my way. So we're going to work out a little deal. Anyone in my pack--[ The word sounded like poison on his tongue. ]--should already know what that is.

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[His proximity just pisses her off now, any interest she once held for her alpha - the man she'd trusted to keep her safe when she'd truly felt alone. He'd lied to her. She rests a hand on the arm at her throat, fingers wrapping around as her own eyes flare blue at the threat.]

Don't you fucking touch him.

[Because if he did, she'd be doing everything in her power to make sure that revenge came sooner than she'd planned.]

I'm gonna find a way out.

[While they're on the barge - she had every intention of joining Scott's pack. She hadn't bothered to make it a secret and she knew Jackson wasn't stupid.]

[ One shot missed him complete. The other grazed his shoulder. At least it seemed to just graze it for all it seemed to slow him down. Though the blood that blossomed across his shirt suggested the wound had been much deeper. And it seemed to just piss him off even more. He took a wild slash at Mickey with his claws, first one hand and then the other. Snarling and growling in rage. ]

[ His claws rake the tree bark, just barely missing her as she dove for her back. He would have gone for another attack, but the ringing in his ears was starting to calm down. He heard someone approaching. Fast.

He searched the foliage around them. Trying to sniff out the source. Not that he'd have long to figure it out. ]

[ His thumb rubbed, teasingly, at her throat. Knowing full well she wasn't strong enough to physically overpower him. He was taunting her with that fact. Technically, he didn't need to threaten her. One, well-placed roar could crush her will, if he felt like it. ]

There's only one way out.

[On your left, Jackson.

Kira bursts through the treeline, skidding to a stop as she situates herself between the werewolf and the banshee. Her expression is perhaps uncharacteristically fierce, and her eyes gleam not beta yellow, but kitsune gold as she extends the tip of the katana toward him, though doesn't actually thrust at him outright.]

Leave Lydia alone.

[Lydia isn't sure what to make of the way Jackson turns away from her, not until Kira suddenly materializes in front of her. She hasn't seen Kira like this since that night at the school.

If what Jerry told her is true, then Jackson should be expecting a much more dangerous of her. A Nogitsune, not a Kitsune. Hopefully he will be smart enough to run, but Lydia will try to push him toward that decision.

She takes a step forward, keeping herself behind Kira.]

I'd run while you can, Jackson. [She forces a coldness in her voice, narrowing her eyes. She needs to make him fear Kira, for his own sake.]

[So it turns out that being cut up is a very different feeling from being beaten or shot. Mickey's going to go out on a limb and say that he doesn't like it at all. He lets out a shout of pain as his shoulder and his side open up, but he just barely manages to keep his hands clenched on the gun. And the one good thing about Jackson being close enough to cut him is that it makes it a lot harder to avoid a bullet. He sinks back against the tree, gritting his teeth, and fires again.]

Um.

[This is not really going well, is it scotty.]

I'm not....trying to fool anyone.

[The teasing of his thumb earns a small snarl from her, nostrils flaring as her muscles tense before the snarl turns into a sneer of her own.]

There's actually at least four...

[At least 4 that she and Isaac had come up with, including their deals - the deal she hadn't asked Isaac to make.]

Do you know what my deal is if I ever make it off this stupid barge?

[ He stiffens at first, chin up and neck tight as the sword gets pointed at him. But it gets no closer. He hadn't yet met the Nogitsune in his short time aboard, so he had no reason to suspect this one of being anything more than a do-gooder with a sword. And she didn't even issue a proper threat. Lydia's words came closer than Kira's to anything even vaguely threatening.

He reached out, sliding his fingers over the dull edge of the sword. Unphased. ]

You don't have the guts to stop me.

[ This time the bullet rips straight through his chest. The wrong side to hit his heart, but it does some massive damage none the less. He's thrown back by the force of it. Blood saturating his shirt. A roar of pain erupts from him. He lands in a heap on the ground, clawed hand pressing to the wound. The only benefit was that it had gone straight through, so he didn't have to dig the bullet out. He starts to get up, but he doesn't seem poised for another attack. ]

[ He smirked. All arrogance and cocky attitude. ]

You're all wrong.

[ Something cold and dangerous flashed in his eyes. She'd made a deal to get away from him. He wasn't surprised, honestly. His own was to be rid of needing her and other like her. But that didn't change that she was acting against him. ]

Then I'll just have to ensure you don't succeed.

You have no idea how ironic that is.

[It's the Jackson he remembers, sort of, except he really, really didn't like the old Jackson very much. At all.]

[It's bad enough that he's threatening Lydia, but the arrogant way in which he puts his fingers on the blade offends Kira so very deeply that her next move is so quick it's like the tension released from a coil.

The blade is twisted; not against his fingers, because maiming someone, even if they're a werewolf who can regenerate, doesn't seem right even while in her deepest anger, but under and past his hand as she pivots on her angle, bringing the katana up and over in a diagonal arc along his shoulder.]

I really suggest you avoid using metaphors involving body parts.

[Mickey is a fighter, a scrapper, and not someone who gives up easy, but he's also not a complete idiot. If Jackson keeps going after him the way he has been, Mickey is screwed. However much he hates running away? Right now, he's getting the fuck out of there.]

[Her anger chills for a moment as she watches his eyes, knowing what he was capable of - what he could accomplish without actually killing her. Something that made her almost wish for the Alpha Pack. They may not have treated her well, but their intentions were clear. She knew what they'd wanted from her - what they wanted to shape her into.]

You can try - but it's going to work... One way or another.

[The words slip out before she could stop them, knowing now as not the time to poke her alpha. Because that's what he still was - her alpha - whether she wanted him or not.]

[ He flips it to private. Not for Scott's sake, but because he assumes this is something he could hold over Scott's head. ]

If you want people think believe that you're what McCall used to be, you might want to put in a little more effort.

[ Jackson had a hand pressed to the wound. Snarling at Mickey. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, looking at the blood, then trying to see the wound. He rolled his shoulder. It was healing. Slowly.

He could have taken off after Mickey. But instead, he opted to seek easier prey. One who wasn't so well warmed. He slipped back into the shadows of the trees, on a different path than the human. ]

Is it.

[ He could have just ripped her throat out right there. He had her pinned. Claws at the ready. But she'd just come back, likely lesson unlearned. He needed to work toward breaking her. Again. So she'd never try to leave him again. Well, at least until he was free of even needing a pack.

Instead of using violence, though, he went the other direction. Pressed up against her, his lips found hers. Soft and gentle. Almost as if asking permission. ]

[Anything she might have said dies on his lips. There's a moment of relaxation at the contact, almost automatic. There had been so much tension built between them, something that had drawn her in - playing on her needs. A weakness she'd never been able to shake, still too fresh and deeply engrained within her. The desire to be wanted - protected. For someone to find her pretty enough to only have eyes for her.

She had it with Isaac, he was alive - she should push her alpha away. Tell him to fuck off, stay true to what she knew she wanted over what he was doing. Shove everything he'd dangled in front of her - everything he'd promised, the lies he'd wrapped around her like a loving embrace - out the window.

And yet, in the time her mind was whirling, her body's response was almost immediate - giving him the permission she knew he knew he'd always had. Permission that should have been revoked a long time ago.]

[ Just. As. Planned. There was a reason he'd never given her what she wanted. Because his kiss was no subtle thing. It was quite possibly the most lethal weapon in his arsenal, given he'd laid the proper groundwork beforehand. Which wasn't so difficult with someone as pathetically desperate as Erica.

The kiss was far from timid. Aggressive. Demanding. Head tilted, lips working over hers. Tongue exploring hers. Slowly pushing it further. But it wasn't just his lips that worked against her. This was the sort of kiss that engulfed the body. His hips ever so subtly moving against hers. Fingers of his free hand sliding down her arm, as if deciding what to do. ]

[Her wolf takes over responding to the feeling of his body against hers, the way he tastes. The hand that been pushing him away moves to pull him in, meeting his aggression and demand with her own. There's a quiet submission to him as a moan escapes.

Her own hips move against him, legs moving slightly to allow him even closer. She needs -

No.

This is wrong. This isn't what she wants no matter how much her wolf protests. It's almost as if a haze lifts, giving her a new clarity - a reminder of just how wrong this was. Another manipulation. Her body stiffens, hands moving to push against his shoulders - unable to move away from him.]

[ When she stops responding so favorably, he stops kissing her. Slowly dragging his lips from hers. He pulled back just barely, still close enough for her to feel his breath as he looked her in the eye. The grip on her throat tightened again, his claws digging in just short of drawing blood. ]

But, Erica...

[ His eyes searched hers, before a smirked slowly spread over his face. ]

I thought that's what you wanted.

[ He tries to twist out of the path of the blade, but he's not fast enough. It slices deep into his shoulder, sending him staggering back a step. He snarls, Lydia forgotten. With a twist of his neck, his entire face shifts. He's far more vicious looking than his counterpart. Not quite on level with McCall's monster face, but closer to it. ]

You think your little sword can stop me?

[ With a roar he lunges at her with vicious speed. Ducking under the blade, claws going for her stomach. ]

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