American Werewolf// Jackson Whittemore

Prologue

I had just finished explaining everything to them. I had never seen them just sit so quiet. Maybe it was because they had just learned that I was a murderous lizard who had died and came back as a werewolf? Or maybe it was the fact I called them mom and dad and told them I loved them? Either way, it was all too shocking for them.

"You're a werewolf? Like the mythical creature that turns at a full moon," my mother asked weakly.

"Yes; though, not mythical since I am one and there are others. There are banshees too," I said thinking of Lydia, "And hunters that hunt werewolves. They aren't really here anymore. Well, they're here but they are, what's the right word? Retired? Yeah, retired. Oh, and there's a thing called a Druid but they help people or more werewolves actually. Then of course there was a kanima, which was me, but no longer me and no longer existing. I think I have covered it all."

They sat there silently taking what I had just said in. When the door bell rang I had never seen them run to the door quickly. I sat in the living room waiting for them to return. I listened to their conversation. "How do you know Jackson?" My father asked.

"Sir let us come in," a voice, one familiar but I cannot place, said.

"Not until you tell me how you know my son!" He demanded.

"Sir, we know about Jackson's condition and we're here to help," the second voice, whom I knew was Derek Hale, said calmly against my father's rage.

"What condition? Jackson doesn't have a condition," my mother said.

"Mrs. Whittemore, we are here to help Jackson. Well, they can. I'm just here for reassurance," a third voice, I knew as Lydia's, said to her calming her. They let them in. My mother and father sat back down on the couch. Lydia sat next to me on the love seat and Derek and Mr. Argent sat in the remaining chairs.

"I assume you told them Jackson," Derek said to me. I nodded. "Mr. and Mrs. Whittemore, we know this is hard to believe and-"

"Hard to believe!" My mother shouted. "Hard to believe barely covers our emotions. Our son just told us he's a mythical creature!"

"That's why we're here," Mr. Argent told her. "We want to help Jackson after all he's been through. We just need to know what you think of everything. We know how you feel Mrs. Whittemore, but how do you feel Mr. Whittemore?"

"I don't know what is going on, but I don't think he should be in Beacon Hills. I don't care if you people think it's best for him but I think it would make things worse," he stated firmly.

My face fell and so did Lydia's. She grabbed my hand and I held onto hers. I didn't want to leave Beacon Hills. I didn't want to leave Lydia. Heck, I didn't want to leave McCall, whom I've come to respect, and his other friends. I thought I'd get to be a part of his pack. Never did I think I would leave.

"Mr. Whittemore, I don't think that is a good idea," Derek said. "Jackson needs to learn to control his abilities and be a part of a pack."

"No!" My father yelled. "I don't want Jackson getting hurt. I'm sorry. Jackson just shouldn't be here. You can teach him something's but then Jackson his getting shipped off to I don't know where."

"Mr. Whittemore, Jackson can be safe here. Derek can help him control his abilities and he can be a part of a group where he belongs," Lydia explained.

"Lydia, I know you want Jackson to stay but I agree with my husband. We just want to keep Jackson safe," my mother told her. It stayed quiet for a minute.

"I know a place he can go," Argent said. "I have a cousin in London and she runs a boarding school. Her son is werewolf and knows how to help. He got bit just like Jackson. I know there are a few other creatures plus humans there too."

"I want to know first what are you people," my father asked. "Jackson said their are other supernatural creatures and things."

"I'm a banshee," Lydia told them. They looked at her bewildered, probably, like me, not believing Lydia could have ever been a supernatural creature. "I here voices and scream when death comes."

"I'm a werewolf," Derek said next. "I'm like your son but I was born not bitten. I can him help him learn to control his abilities. Especially on a full moon because he can become very dangerous then."

"I am human but I was hunter," Mr. Argent told them. "I retired along with my daughter because our code had been broken by people close to us. My cousin, she was once a hunter too but when here son was bitten when he was younger she couldn't follow the code and she was disowned. I couldn't blame her. I kept in contact with her over the years. Just say the word and I'll make the call."

"What code could she not follow that got her disowned?" My mother asked. I leaned in more intrigued. I knew that she must have not been able to kill her son since he was bit. Allison's mom, who was Argent's wife, killed herself when Derek bit her after she tried to murder Scott.

"When a hunter is bitten, they are, or someone else at least, will kill them. Her son was two when he was bitten. She wouldn't kill him. I couldn't blame her. How can you kill a two year old? My father, her uncle, and her father tried to kill him but her husband got in the away. He was killed and she got disowned moving to London. Nobody kept in contact with her but me. My wife didn't even know," Argent explained.

Silence fell over us again. I could even see the sorrow in Derek's face. It made me appreciate my childhood more.

My parents had a conversation through their eyes and then turned back towards Argent. "Make the call. Jackson can stay there till he graduates and then he can do whatever he wants. He can come back if he chooses but he's going."

Argent nodded and left to call his cousin. Derek said he'd train me starting tonight till I leave. Lydia hugged me and my parents apologized. Ten minutes later Argent returned saying I'd leave at the end of the month giving me three weeks to train and even able to go through my first full moon. Derek and Argent left leaving me with my parents and Lydia. Maybe it was a good thing I was leaving?

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Lydia and my parents were still holding onto me. Argent and Derek walked back and they let go. Derek handed me my ticket while Argent spoke, "My cousin will be at the airport with her son and some of his friends. Lydia will make sure that everyone knows you are okay and that your parents sent you to a boarding school in London. She won't say anymore specifics than that. All I can really say is good luck Jackson," Argent shook my hand.

"Remember what I've taught you Jackson," Derek said. "Tap into the anger but keep a hold of your anchor and human form. You'll be fine."

Then it was Lydia's turn. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mind around her waist. "I'm going to miss you Jackson Whittemore. I know you'll be fine. Meet a pretty girl. Just don't forget about me or any of your other friends. Got that?"

"I understand Lydia. I'm going to miss you and the others too," I admitted.

Finally it was my parents turn. They had nothing to say but I love you and hugged me. "I love you too," I mumbled back.

"Flight 174 to London, England is now boarding," the voice from the loud speaker said.

I grabbed my carry on. "That's my flight. Thank you Argent. Thank you Derek. Thank you for absolutely everything Lydia. I'm gonna miss you a lot. Thank you also mom and dad. I'm sorry for being an ass these last few years. I love you guys a lot," I said to them all. I waved good bye and they waved back. I turned towards the doors and continued walking. I stopped at the entrance and looked back. They were still there; watching and waiting and crying and waving. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the plane. I found my seat quickly and sat down. A middle aged woman sat next to me. "First time going to London?" She asked.

I nodded. "And flying."

"You'll be fine. You like a strong guy who can last through anything."

I chuckled at what she had said. If only she knew.