Jackson The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

He wrestled the person on the ground before he finally got up and I saw the intruder's face. "Shiloh." I was shocked. "You know her?" He asked. "Yeah. We went to school together at Richmond Pack. What the fuck are you doing breaking into my packhouse?" I asked. "How did you get past the shield?" Jackson asked. "I used the tunnels. I saw that you were all a little preoccupied with the Hunters at the border so I came through the tunnels." Shiloh says. And I looked at Jackson. "I'm going to go and find out where the guards were. And then kill them." Jackson says handing Shiloh over to me.

Ty verified the order and with a nod Jackson went down there to finish up with the preamble to opening the door. “Whatever happened to the days when shifters thought they were the big bad boys, and nothing could stop them? A little C4 or dynamite and we’re cowering behind a corner.” Jackson knew very well they were tough, but who wanted to recover if they didn’t need to? Stupid is as stupid does. That’s what his sweet little granny told him while she raised him. It took a few minutes and then they had everything set up. His toy, or a rather large remote-control vehicle, sat in front of the door, ready to ram the door open.

“Then go read a book or something, go away Jackson. I’m not in the mood right now” “Fine” Jackson said, sadly at that but Ethan wasn’t paying attention anymore and Jackson walked away he was determined to beat the Weatherbee brothers on his own too. Jackson took his bike from his garage, determination evident on his face as he placed his sky blue colored helmet on his head. He rode out on the street and wasn’t surprised to find them waiting for him, their nose scrunched up in a sneer and he approached them, his palms sweaty with anxiety already but he ignored it

"My brother told me about those. He said they'll chase you." "My last deployment, there was this guy named Gunther. He was a big dude, worked out like crazy and too macho for his own good. We were outside one day and he saw a giant camel spider and kicked sand at it. That spider got up on its hind legs," Jackson held his arms up in the air like he was going to attack and made a scary face that made Chloe giggle. "Then it chased him. Guy took off like a rocket and that spider just chased after him like he was going to eat him. He ran around the garage twice before he realized the spider had stopped chasing him." Jackson stopped and got a devilish grin. "It didn't help that we kept yelling at

Wren was waiting for him in wolf form. He was cramped back into the too-small cage. Blood was smeared on the bottom. It glimmered in the light and Jackson fought the urge to puke again. Jackson hated himself as he clipped the leash to Wren’s collar and led him away. Blood glistened and darkened Wren’s fur. Small droplets dripped from his stomach as they started to walk away. Revulsion swirled in Jackson’s stomach.

The birthmark, the tendency to heal faster, the exotic color of our eyes, and so much more. Jackson has all of these traits, but one. His eyes. His eyes are brown, which makes him pass as an actual human sometimes. That sure comes in handy when we are in sticky situations with humans. “What is it, Jackson?” I ask as I return back to my reflection in the mirror. “The rest of the team are outside the hut, and we are ready for the hunt.” He says boldly as he runs his hand through his hair. “You’re not tired?” I ask as I look at his reflection through the mirror.

Cold sweat ran down his face with the color drained from his skin. Now that Jackson was in his human form again, it was time for the harder part, which was removing the bullet out himself. Giving himself a second to prepare, motivating himself to get it over with, he sticks his thumb and index finger in the bullet wound. Jackson cries in pain as he forces his fingers further in, stretching the wound more and more. Unfortunately, he was having difficulty reaching the bullet. It was lodged deep in his shoulder. "Come on Jackson. Come on! Do this for Lily!"

Jackson’s wolf howls as soon as he sees her. Ours, Jackson’s wolf snarls. Grab her, take her – she is ours – But Jackson can’t move, not…not believing it. A child. Hank said – Hank said that there were no children born that autumn in the Community – She – she would have been on the record – But, if Tasha had run away… Jackson groans, stepping towards the open door, and he trips over his own feet, falling hard against the side of the car as soon as her tiny little girl scent hits him. Because even if his wolf knew it upon sight, her scent –

Hugo panted as he came running to me. Jackson slapped the back of his head and Hugo let out a growl. “Do you think he is a kid who can be kidnapped with a chocolate? He is a grown ass wolf who knows how to deal with betrayers!” Jackson commented. But what if this grown ass wolf was the betrayer? How would people protect themselves from him? That thought made me uneasy. I never wanted to become this person. This person she hated so much that she didn’t even hate me. “Are you alright? Is it the Vineclaw that has you so worried? We shall soon solve that issue.” Jackson, my beta, placed his hand on my shoulder and assured me.

He just looks so huge but he behaves like a five-year-old kid. “Jackson no see people here… Jackson lost,” he sadly replied with a bass, rough tone while wiping his tears with the back of his hand. I don’t understand… his scent… “Then why are you here?” Is he a human? but his height is ridiculously abnormal for a normal human being. “Jackson lost…” he repeated the words and turned to face me with his face looking so scared and helpless. “Jackson being chased by Wyverns… so scared…” he shuddered once again and tears fell down from his swelling eyes. “You help Jackson go to friends?”