05. ▹ LONE WOLF

JACKSON HAD DECIDED TO stay at his own place for safety, not only because he didn't really know Carter's friends and that would be awkward, but because he had no idea how to return to that house. He paced his bedroom in deep thought, stopping every once in a while to look out of his large bedroom windows and down at the city that got darker and darker.

Jackson wasn't exactly afraid of the crazy banshee, but banshees in general just made him nervous for some strange reason and this one was no different. A sudden loud noise coming from outside made Jackson exit his room and peek outside a bathroom window, only to see the banshee. She screamed and the intensity of her scream sent the metal gates flying wide open.

Jackson sighed, looking around before rushing out of his room and crawling into the attic. He wasn't afraid to be caught face-to-face with her, he knew he could take her on, but he was simply too tired to deal with her at the moment. Jackson sat perfectly still in the darkest parts of the attic, hearing perked as he listening for her inside his rather large house.

"Oh, come out come out wherever you are! You can't hide from me," The banshee taunted. Jackson clenched his jaw as he heard her footsteps stop, most likely by his bedroom. "Huh, only one of these bedrooms is being used. So, that can only mean there's a lone wolf in here. Come out."

Jackson wasn't sure if she was being serious about there being a lone wolf or if she was just trying to be funny, but either way, it was true in both senses. He literally was a Werewolf alone in his home, and a lone wolf. He wasn't sure just how long he had been in that incredibly uncomfortable position for, but it was quiet for a while before the banshee left without being able to find him.

He was lucky the entrance to his attic wasn't very noticeable. Jackson waited about twenty minutes after she had left before stepping out of the attic slowly, making his way around the house and closing all the curtains. He then sat on his bed in thought, wondering if maybe he should call Carter, who was so far his only friend in London. Before Jackson could make a decision, there a knock at his front door.

Jackson was cautious as he tip-toed out of his room and down the stairs. He then opened the door, releasing a sigh of relief when Carter stepped inside and took off his hood.

"Hey, your gate is open, is everything okay?" Carter asked worriedly. Jackson grinned.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Jackson asked and crossed his arms, looking over at Carter as Carter smirked in return.

"Just came to check up on you and make sure you were okay. So, everything is okay?" Carter repeated. Jackson nodded. "Why's your gate open?" The werewolf rolled his eyes.

"The banshee showed up, nothing happened though I'm fine. She couldn't even find me, so you have nothing to worry about." Jackson reassured. Carter threw his hands up in front of him in defeat.

"Alright alright. Just worried about you, mate, that's all," Carter looked around the house, seeing as he had never actually been in it before. "Bloody hell, this place is amazing." He chuckled as he admired the house, looking back towards Jackson, who's eyebrows were raised.

"I guess so." Jackson shrugged it off, looking down awkwardly.

"Well," Carter noticed how uncomfortable Jackson was. "I better return to my sister and the rest of the coven. Remember, you're welcome to come if you need to." Carter handed Jackson a slip of paper with the directions to the house.

"Uh... thanks, yeah," Jackson nodded and slipped the paper onto the kitchen counter behind him, turning back to face Carter. "Uh, careful on your way back." He said awkwardly.

"Yeah." Carter nodded and slipped his hood back on. "See you soon." He said, turning back and shutting the house door behind him and proceeding to shutting the gates before jogging back to the house.