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Dreams had came true for Jackson Whittemore. After spending most of his middle school and high school career playing Lacrosse, he earned a full scholarship to play with the CalBears at University of California. It was an opportunity of a lifetime and he couldn’t see himself doing anything else even though his father, David, still urged him to take up law school. But for Jackson, sports was what he was good at, lacrosse especially.

Bringing him to his first day of practice, they were set to do conditioning drills. It was a trial of sorts, testing each players abilities, especially the newcomers. Going from cone box, pro agility shuttle, speed squats and his personal favorite, suicide runs, there was nothing he couldn’t get through, being one of the few to finish before the any of the others. Now, it was just a matter of being noticed and he hoped he was.

“Alright, bring it in! Great work, all of you!”

The entire team huddled towards the left of the field around the infamous Tanner Emerson, one of the best coaches in the state. Word was that he had planned to eventually retire and this might be his last year. This only gave Jackson more incentive to prove himself. 

“Welcome! Now, I don’t need to tell you that all of you are the best of the best. Last year, my scouter Eli worked hard searching for you and I have to admit, I’m quite impressed. I think this is gonna be a great year! As always.” Tanner clapped his hands before taking a step back and gesturing to a man behind him. Obviously younger than Tanner, but he also had a quite a few years on Jackson himself. “This is Scott McCall by the way. My assistant coach. I look forward to seeing him be your coach next year, great player and a great man.“ Tanner nods approvingly before he pulls out his cell. "For just today, he’ll be taking over. I have personal stuff to attend to. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Not Jeallous

@mccallofthewild Continued from x.

Jackson feels uncomfortable with Scott’s arm on him, but the shocked look on the girls face at Jackson’s abrupt intrusion makes it more than worth it.

Still, he’s relieved when Scott slips off him a few steps away.

“Really, McCall?” he says as they head into the locker room. “A sophomore? You couldn’t figure out how to get rid of her?”

“How about you start with something like, ‘Hey, you’re a sophomore and I’m a senior/co-captain of the lacrosse team, so yeah this” he gestures to Scott and then at himself, as if he’s Scott and Scott is the girl in question. “’…probably not gonna be a good fit.’”

“You can’t be flirting with B-list chicks.” he adds, turning the combination on his locker. “As much as I loath to say this, you and I occupy a much closer social status than we once did so you doing that makes me look bad.”

There. He knew there was a reason that the scene had made him angry. That was definitely the reason.

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The caretaker wakes up as he felt Scott stirring beside him on the bed, the warrior had a look of frustration pinching at his brows. Kieran stretches and sits up, already hearing the tell-tale of dawn coming from outside their quiet home. Tomas was already awake as he could hear the boy babble to the birds they kept in a coop behind their house, probably giving out feed. “Scott, love, wake up.. it’s almost sun up,” he gently calls, brushing a hand over the warrior’s forehead.

          A loud and unexpected knocking emanated from the entrance of her hotel suite. She did not often make a habit of inviting company to the privacy of her home away from home nor had she received any indication of a visit from another member of her Pride. She rose from her seat in the corner of her bedroom, gently placing her book - an unfortunately common and trashy romance novel - on the small table by her glass of wine, attending to the intrusive noise with a small scowl marring her delicate features. She carried herself with an almost divine grace as she passed from the bedroom into the wide, luxurious lounge room. Her gaze carried to her right for a moment to glance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out into the illuminated cityscape. It seemed to have become so late in the evening so quickly.

          Yes, yes. I’m coming, Cassandra muttered in response to another succession of knocks. Eyes rolled in distaste at her guest’s unnecessarily hurried behaviour, yet - as she entered the foyer - she found herself stopping dead in her tracks. 

          A wolf had entered her den. While her senses were not the strongest of her Pride’s, she was well aware she should have managed to sense the wolf’s presence before he even stepped onto her floor. Claw-like nails traced along the foyer’s centre table as she passed it by, digging ever-so-slightly into the wood. She managed to retract them by the time she took hold of the door knob, opening the door to see a brown-eyed boy not even out of his teens.

           Can I help you find the exit? she questioned, not a hint of care in her voice.


          Starter written for @mccallofthewild

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             Callum had to turn sideways in order to move through the aisle on the plane. This fucking thing was simply too small for his frame. Cursing under his breath when he pushed by an elderly couple that blocked the entire way, he finally reached his row —— only to find out that there were already two people sitting. He sighed and put on an apologetic smile. I’m really sorry, but I have the window seat.

Wild Run

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Philip just wanted to run. It felt good, stretching his legs and trying to move as fast as he could. He would turn back later, he couldn’t miss the curfew or Kane would be furious, but he had some time. He could keep running. 

Philip tripped, rolling along his side with the speed he’d been running. It took time, the haze of falling clouding his mind until he could pick himself back up, sitting on his knees. “Shit.”

It wasn’t that he hurt himself, a skinned forearm that would be completely healed in a few days. It was more the smell of Alpha- it was no root or rock that tripped him. But the smell. He turned on his toes, brown eyes wide as he looked. 

“Who’s there?”

    marek bit down on his lower lip and avoided scott’s gaze. “what’s the point in talking to him? it’s over now.” truth was, he didn’t want the alpha to hear anything negative about him. he had dumped his ex, just like that, giving nothing but some bullshit explanation. it didn’t really reflect well on marek’s devotion in a relationship. even though scott was an entirely different story. scott was everything he’d ever wished for.

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Poison Paradise

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Philip was starting to understand the trouble that he was in.

His stomach had been twisting all morning, he had this weird cold sweat that made it look like he was warm when he was fighting off a persistent shiver. He’d seen it before, of course, his own mother had the same issues before she found pills to cover the problem. But he didn’t think he’d be so dumb. He knew for sure when Scott McCall walked into the gym room, and Philip could feel it. With every step closer that McCall took, the tension in his stomach slowly loosened. He was so freaking screwed. 

Philip shifted in his seat on the bench, trying to shuffle a little closer without being conspicuous. Was there a way out of this? He had no clue, and at the moment, it wasn’t his main concern. His concern was how sweet the alpha smelled, and he was too far away.

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Scott arched his brow at the other boy’s suggestion. He wasn’t used to him approaching him. Or speaking in general, so it was surprise when he approached him and asked for them to work together. Scott smirked at Philip, giving a nod. “Yeah, sure. You can do sit ups, right? You look pretty thin.”

Philip pursed his lip. So he wasn’t as buff as some as the guys on the lacrosse team, but back in The Projects when he lived with his mother, he had fit right in. Still, his chest fluttered, the idea that Scott - McCall- had noticed his frame excited him. “I might be slow to start but I can do it. And you?

A Little Fall of Red

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He had his binder in his lap. Philip liked pretending to do homework, while the teachers watched. It was nice that they left him alone, like hell this kid was trying. But his mind raced too much, he couldn’t focus on his freaking remedial maths. It was useless. He could do tip, that was all that he needed. For now, his mind busy, eyes racing over the streets.

He knew those guys. He’d asked Scott- McCall- before, he said not to call 911 when he was dropped off at the fosters, but now they were back. Big ass guns, big ass muscles, and Philip was freaking out. How could Scott just approach them?

Like what they were was nothing. Like he was some invincible shit head and he could handle this?

He couldn’t. And Philip hated being proved right. The scream tore his throat, an aching dry mess as he bolted across the street. 

“Scott. Scott, look at me!” Philip pressed his hands against Scott’s abdomen, truly freaking out. All he saw was red. Red, red red. Turning brown as Scott’s shirt absorbed the mess. “Holy shit, Scott.”

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Was kidnapping a thing someone could get used to?

Everything seemed far away. An oxygen match was strapped around his head, he had a feeling that’s the reason everything, everyone sounded far away. Someone had snapped his picture, or was it a video, the sleeve of his hoodie torn off but he didn’t have the will to do more than roll his head and stare at them. 

He remembered a struggle. A car drove him and his bike off road, and he struggled to get away.

Someone talked about Scott McCall, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was just a really strange hospital- they had him down on an itchy bed, hand cuffed to the metal frame. That was useless. He sat and waited, maybe they’d diagnose him or something. He noticed the odd yelling, the sound of concrete scratching, but he stared. 

Maybe it was just a really shitty hospital.

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Scott stared at his soulmate, eyes twinkling with affection. He pulled Philip into a kiss, his tongue slipping into Philip’s mouth and moving along the younger teen’s before he broke the kiss. “I don’t care what you say, Philip, I’m lucky to have you. You’re staying tonight, right? Say yes. Otherwise, I’ll just leave you guessing.”

“I thought you weren’t going to let me go back to Maria’s today.” Philip raised his eyebrows. He had no problem staying with Scott for a while, not if he was going to keep looking at him like that and smiling at him like that. Besides, if Bill was in the hospital like Philip was guessing, going to Maria’s would just end up with him grounded.