Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 44

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

Into being home.

My eyes closed. My breathing matched his. I could still feel the tension under the surface—the full moon was tomorrow. There were always questions I didn't have answers to. Fears that lingered in the dark.

But right now?

Stiles was beside me. Boston was safe. And I wasn't alone.

Finally, finally, I could rest.

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September 17, 2024

Jackson's Pov

I woke up with a weight in my chest before I even opened my eyes.

Not fear exactly. Not dread. Just... pressure. Like something inside me was stirring, pacing behind a locked door. Familiar, ancient. The kind of pull you don't need to name to understand. It was the full moon. I didn't need a calendar to tell me that. My body had always known.

The room was dim with pre-dawn light, a soft haze stretching across the hardwood floor from the window. Stiles was still asleep beside me, one arm tossed across my waist like an anchor. His breathing was steady, warm against my neck. I stayed still for a moment, just listening to him. Memorizing the comfort of his body beside mine. The contrast of this peace against the quiet chaos that usually came with nights like this.

Boston stirred first.

Not crying—just moving. A shuffle in the bassinet. A soft grunt that might've been a dream or the start of hunger. I reached over instinctively, brushing my fingers over his blanket and finding his tiny fist curled just beneath his chin. Still warm. Still calm.

"Hey," I whispered, barely audible. "You good?"

His only answer was a deep sigh and a small kick under the swaddle.

I smiled.

Sliding carefully out from under Stiles's arm, I eased myself upright. My body was already humming with that low, lunar static. The energy I tried not to focus on too much. My skin felt too tight. My breath, too shallow. The wolf and the Kanima—both quiet, but neither of them fully asleep. They were watching from within, like they always did on nights like this.

I padded into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection. My eyes were still blue. Normal. Not glowing. No fangs, no claws. But I could feel the shift just under the surface, like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. The full moon never let me forget what I was.

When I came back into the bedroom, Boston was awake.

His eyes were wide open now, blinking slowly, his little mouth working around the pacifier. He wasn't fussing, just alert—too alert for this early. Like he knew. Like he felt it too.

I reached into the bassinet and picked him up gently, cradling him against my chest. His warmth spread through me instantly.

"Morning, baby," I murmured, pressing a kiss to his head. "You feel it, huh?"

He didn't answer, obviously. But his body was tense, just slightly. Not upset. Just... wired. Like mine. Like something under his skin was pulling at him, stretching toward something he didn't understand yet.

I carried him downstairs quietly, not wanting to wake Stiles yet. The house was cool, still holding onto the night air. The monitor was clipped to the side of my sweatshirt just in case, though I wouldn't need it—we never took our eyes off Boston on full moon days.