It's A Crazy Thing, Love.

Chapter 8 - We Can Share

I stayed in the living area on the couch, I kept staring at the ground while Peter, Derek, and Isaac were scuffling throughout the loft.

I couldn't believe any of this was happening, I couldn't believe Jackson was coming back and I definitely couldn't believe he was planning on 'getting me back'.

We decided to tell Scott and the rest of the group tomorrow morning, they all decided to come over to the loft in the morning so we could figure this whole Jackson thing out. We needed to figure out some sort of Jackson watch. I just hoped that we'd get through the night without any issues from him. After all, he must know I'm not home. And if he knows I'm not home he knows that I'm spending the night somewhere and since my options are limited, he'll figure where I'm staying pretty quickly.

Derek came and sat in the single person chair, "are you hungry?" Isaac asked as he walked behind him and sat next to me on the couch.

I looked up at him and smiled, "not really, thank you though." I paused for a moment, "I feel a little sick to my stomach, it's just alot to take in in one day." I leaned back on the coach and just talked with Isaac and Derek.

The taps of Peters boots began to sound as he walked in the room, "So I was thinking" as soon as he said that we all exchanged looks, whenever Peter has an idea, bad things happen. "if Jackson wants you" he said looking at me, "he'll do anything to get to you, correct?" He asked looking at the three of us.

Derek looked at him, "Well of course, he's Jackson nothing stops him."

I immediately looked at Isaac, "he's going to go after you" I said softly. "He didn't threaten me, he threatened you." I was wide eyed, I don't need to be protected, you do." I looked around the room. "You all do! Everyone does!" I stood up as I yelled.

Derek sat up from his leaned back posture in the chair, "Jackson knows there are 4 against him. He doesn't know we have a kitsune, werecoyote, and another werewolf." He said as he tried to relax me.

Peter turned to him, "Or does he? And more likely he doesn't care." He said raising an eyebrow.

My heartbeat was racing, "so he brought a pack." I muttered.

Isaac stood up and tried to reassure me, "Well that doesn't mean he's an alpha."

"Think about it, Isaac." Peter said starting to pace. "He knew we have 4 werewolves, yet he still threatened us." He turned to return his pace. "He brought others, he some how convinced other werewolves to come to America so he could try and take back what he thinks is his." He stopped and looked at Derek.

Derek spoke up, "he didn't bring just a pack..." he trailed off and returned the look to his uncle.

"He brought his own." He said in his usual Mr.Know-It-All voice.

Derek, Isaac and I just sat around the oak wood coffee table. We sat in silence, until Peter started to open the lofts entrance, he started to speak, "so if you guys are sufficiently freaked out, i say we get going."

Derek looked at him, "We can't."

Peter gave him a frustrated glare, "what do you mean 'we can't'" he mocked, "we get in our car, Lydia in hers, meet up with the others and figure out what we're going to do about our situation with Jackson."

"We're not leaving, it's already 8, Peter, we're not telling everyone to leave their houses and drive to meet up with us so that Jackson and his little pack can come and attack all of us!" Isaac's volume was starting to escalate.

Derek chimed in, "He's right, we're not leaving tonight." He took a moment to gather his thoughts, "Jackson doesn't care about Malia, Kira, or Ethan, they're safe. He's not going to go after Stiles either, and Scott can handle himself, just call him and tell to keep an eye out." He glanced at me and then Peter. "We don't know how many of them there are."