American Werewolf// Jackson Whittemore

10 Not the Next McCall

I ran. I needed to find the others. I needed to figure out why Wes and Landen needed the book. I also needed to not be the next McCall. That's what I was starting to become and to be honest, it made me sick.

I stopped and took a deep breath. The evening had grown colder and darker. It was a full moon tonight too. I sat down on the bench with the binder next me.

What was I doing?

Why am I helping these people? I don't know them that well.

Where's McCall when you need him?

My mind traveled back to Beacon Hills. It was only November and junior year. I couldn't go back for another year and a half. I wondered about the group. I hoped Lydia and Danny were okay. I missed them and I never thought I would.

They stayed by my side and didn't judge me. Well, harshly at least. They saw my worst and my bests. I felt like I hid so much from Danny within the last year. He didn't know why I was leaving and what was wrong with me.

He could be in so much trouble because he doesn't know the truth of Beacon Hills.

Lydia I knew could handle everything. She was strong and I'd always underestimated her. There's more to her than people realize. I hope she finds someone better for her than me.

I looked down at the book and then ahead of me. My room was just ahead and yet I had stopped. I was second guessing every motion I had made since getting here. I needed to go inside and give this to them and say I'm done.

The moon shimmered above and I felt myself begin to change. I could hear the howls of Wil and Charlie coming from somewhere on campus. I grabbed the binder quickly and saw my claws were already out. I threw the binder into the bushes and hoped Landen or Wes didn't find it. Though part of me didn't care if they did.

I couldn't be the next McCall. I'm only Jackson Whittemore, and the life of being a hero isn't made for me.