Gone

Temptations

 Jackson POV 

I woke up early the next morning, ready to figure out what the hell was going on. I slept horribly, thinking about everyone in the pack that I could remember. I was trying hard to figure out who our leak was instead of getting the rest that I really needed.  

Luckily, I didn't have a very large list of suspects. There were only ten people who always knew where we were going; myself, my dad, Brinley, Trent, Trent's Beta Sam, and his immediate guards. Either one of them was the mole, or one of them was accidently feeding the mole information.  

I had my mind set on Trent, mostly because I hated him, but the last two times we were attacked he wasn't around. Sadly, the same could be said for his Beta and a few of his guards. Then there was also a chance that one of them had told their mate and then the mate told a friend and then the whole pack would know. Technically, it could have been anyone.  

Trent and Brinley's pack made me feel like I was back in high school. Not only was I once again constantly fighting with Trent, but there was a lot of gossiping and cliques. Most of the older members stayed together with the small kids, the younger teens stuck together, the older teens controlled the younger ones, and everyone in between broke off into a few of their own groups. The pack was hardly what I thought they should be. They weren't all working together, they were all working for themselves.  

I wanted nothing more than to get the hell away from them, but with their self-destructive ways, home seemed farther and farther away.  

I stepped out of my room and came face to face with Trent. "Finally, figured you were going to sleep all day." 

"Eat me," I spat out and pushed past him. He constantly went out of his way to find me and argue with me. We were definitely reliving our high school years. 

We were always enemies. I couldn't even remember a time that we didn't hate each other. His pack had been moving territories when he started at my school. They were only supposed to be there for a few weeks, but with the hunter attacks, the younger members stayed with our pack until things settled down and his pack secured their new territory. 

From day one he was a pain in my ass. He made out with my semi-girlfriend in the boys locker room and then made sure to tell everyone. We got into our first fight that day. Next he started working his way through the girls in our pack, going after any one of them that I'd shown even the slightest bit of interest in.  

It continued on like that for a few months until he met my sister. Brinley and I were talking by my locker when they saw each other. We all knew immediately what was going on, but when my sister said something, Trent called her crazy and blew her off. That was the day we had our second fight. 

He acted like an idiot for almost six months, scaring off any guy she talked to while he messed around. It was disgusting and we had it out numerous times; that was until he finally came to his senses.  

Brinley took him in like he had done nothing wrong, and within a month she left with him. I guess I'm really bitter about the whole thing. I begged her not to go with him, told her he would never change, but she still went.  

"Morning," my dad said, snapping me out of my thoughts as I stepped into the kitchen. He sat on a beat up stool with his coffee cup in hand. The table had deep scratches in it from where I had landed on it the previous day. The bodies of the hunters were gone, but blood still stained the rotted wooden floor and the silver chains were still piled up in the corner.  

"Who cleaned up?" I asked, grabbing a cup of coffee off the counter. Someone had gone to the small gas station that was a few miles away and brought back loads of coffee.