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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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[Lydia gasps, her eyes widening when she sees his eyes are red. Jackson is an Alpha. A Jackson that doesn't seem to have the same humanity that her Jackson does and that is terrifying.

When he tightens his grip on her, she lifts her hands to his hand, trying to pull his fingers away from her, her eyes tearing up as she tiptoes, trying for any means to free herself.

She's trying to look at him and see anything that might remind her of the boy she loved, anything she might be able to reach for, but there doesn't seem to be anything for her to find.]

[ That humanity she sought had never been there to begin with. It never developed. The Jackson she knew took being adopted as a personal failing. Driving to prove himself because of it. It humanized him. This one, however, went the opposite direction. The other version craved the connection he'd never had. This one thrived on not having it.

And he was so very satisfied, watching her struggle so very hard. His hand remaining, unhindered by her attempts to remove it. ]

What are you looking for, Lydia? Remorse? You won't find it.

[ But even as he said it, his grip loosened. Just enough for her to breathe again. He wanted to draw this out. Devastate her. Destroy her. Crush her before he killed her. So if she did come back, he could watch her crumble all over again. ]

[No, apparently she isn't going to find remorse. But it finally dawns on her that Jackson, her Jackson is very likely to remember this. So she knows she has to do something to stop it. She can't let him have that memory. It was hard enough on Scott. It will destroy Jackson.

When his grip on her throat loosens, she finds her opportunity. Lydia takes a deep breath instantly but instead of letting it out, she opens her mouth and screams.

It doesn't feel as sharp and strong as her mirror self's. But it makes her entire body vibrate, like all of her strength is going into that scream. She just hopes it works.]

[ He didn't expect her to be able to scream like her counterpart. Or at all, really. She was too weak. As as she drew her breath in, his thumb started to caress her throat.

But that scream. It ripped through him worse than any claws. He yanked back from her, hands clamping over his ears. But it did nothing to help. His eyes glowed red and angry. Snarling hard.

Nothing but fury in his face, he tried to shake the effects off. Growling. Reaching for her. ]

[Kira has been going out on a regular basis, searching for others she can draw into the group that she and Allison had been collecting. She'd been working in a spiral, venturing further out as time passed.

Regardless of the distance between their two points, the scream pierces Kira's eardrums, forcing her to pause and clap her hands protectively over her ears. Except some instinct makes her realize - this is not a call of death, but a cry for help.

She takes off at top speed, withdrawing the katana from its sheath and moving it into a strike position as she streaks through the forest toward Lydia.]

[Lydia instantly lifts her hands to her throat, her eyes wide as she stares down at him. Instead of running, though, she reaches for her backpack. She knows she will never outrun him but she can if she traps him.

Even as an Alpha, Mountain Ash will still work against him and should contain him long enough for her to get away.

As Jackson reaches for her, she steps away, out of his reach and searches the bag for the pouch Stiles gave her.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.

[ 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. ]

[His first surprise is the realization that she too, is fast - supernaturally fast, and agile. Claws that should have raked in deep and pulled out chunks of organs on the way out do find their way to flesh, but only scratches as she pivots out of the way. The movement is carried over with her sword as she sends it slashing toward his kidneys once he's past her.]

Lydia, run!

[Once he turns, Jackson will note his success in the form of crimson lines staining Kira's shirt across her lower ribcage...but also her eyes, now glowing fierce and bright and golden. Not beta yellow, but golden.]

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[Lydia winces when Kira cuts Jackson with her blade, but she doesn't waste time. She knows Jackson, no matter how different this one is. And she knows he's not going to back down. He's not going to lose.

So she reaches inside her backpack and grabs a fistful of mountain ash, not hesitating before throwing it at Jackson's feet, from behind Kira.]

Stop, Kira. [He's trapped. And she doesn't want to leave him there like that. But it's either that or him hurting someone else. And more than likely himself.]

[ He twisted away from the blade to avoid losing a few vital organs. It still cuts deep, pulling a roar of pain from him.

Furious and wounded, he moved to strike again. But his hand was halted by an invisible barrier. Confused and angry, his gaze dropped to the ground. His anger turned sour, realizing what it was. He turned that furious gaze on Lydia, looking past Kira. ]

You're only delaying the inevitable, Lydia.

I'm protecting you. You don't stand a chance.

[Her eyes narrow at him as a warning, but she reaches for Kira's arm and pulls her away from the barrier. They need to get away from him before he can figure out how to break out.]

[Keeping her eyes on Jackson and her sword in a ready position, Kira starts to back away.]

I'm not just a girl with a sword.

[She leaves it at that, prepared to leave in whatever direction best suits Lydia. She's not a fan of mountain ash herself.

Also, the barrier only extends so far. Jackson could figure out the whole 'see how far it extends and go around it' thing before they have a chance to lose him.]

[ And he'd find the limits of the barrier in short time. But he didn't go after them. There was easier prey out there. Less well armed. Human prey. He'd win this, without them. ]

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