An American Werewolf in London.

Chapter One

Jackson Whittemore stumbled through his large bed room, quickly making it to the bathroom. He grabbed both sides of the sink, gripping it like his life depended on it. He looked at himself in the mirror, two cobalt blue eyes lighting up the dark room. He growled, looking out the window at the moon. It was full and shinning bright. He turned the shower on, sitting down in the bathtub, letting the cold water run on him. He heard a rustle in his room, his head quickly snapping in the direction of the door. When he saw the red glowing eyes of his alpha, Derek Hale, he quickly turned the water off, standing up as he dried himself off. "What the hell are you doing here Derek?" Jackson asked, barely managing to get the words out. "I'm here to make sure you don't kill anyone." Derek smirked as the words came out of his mouth, chains exposed in his hands when he lifted them up. Jackson ran his hand over his face, shaking his head. "Are you fricken' kidding me? Chains?" Jackson couldn't stand this. The thing he had wanted, and finally received, wasn't turning out nearly as good as he expected. When he saw Derek's serious expression return to his face, he knew he was seriously going to have to wear those stupid chains, like some dog. Jackson sighed and threw up his hands, motioning for Derek to show him what to do. "We can't do it here. You need to be away from all of these people. This will be your worst moon. You have no idea, what so ever, how to control yourself. There's a place under my old house we can use." Derek told him, motioning for Jackson to follow him. Jackson grabbed his keys, following Derek out the door as they headed for the woods. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Jackson finally breaking it. "Derek, my parents know about me. What I've become. My dad is sending me off to London."Jackson told Derek, looking up at him as he heard a chuckle coming from the alpha."An American werewolf in London? This should be interesting."