Jackson's Vengeance

Jackson's POV I can feel my blood boiling as I watch the low-life scumbags shove the weakling boy around. If they can treat their own kind so cruelly, I can't even imagine what my kind had to go through. I want to jump down there and tell them to pick on someone their own size, rip their heads off and watch the blood drain out of their disgusting bodies, yet I know that it is too soon to start a fight. I calm myself by thinking of something else but then I feel something else stir inside of me. My wolf is restless like he can sense something, and he is trying to tell me what it is. I brush the feeling aside and look around me. Around the fire sits my pack, I am their Alpha, and yet I can barely give them hope for a better future. In fact, I draw my strength from them, well most of them. The pack consists of Angelo who is mated to Gail, Bruce who is mated to Hilda, Caleb who is mated to Iva. I have known them my whole life, we grew up together and I watched each of them find their mate at a very young age. The one thing I never had the pleasure of experiencing myself. Those were in the good days, the days when this land was filled with life, when my own family, my own pack was alive and well. They ruled this very section, back then it was a beautiful sight but now it is barren and ruined. Dull and eerie, like the ghosts of the many murdered victims roamed the land leaving curses as they move from one end to the other. So much blood was spilled on this land that even the soil is stained. Some days I wish I never left my home, maybe I could have helped my father save the pack, maybe even save some humans but I was only concerned about my own needs back then. So frustrated that I had not found my mate I decided to leave, my parents were against it, they tried talking me out of it but in the end,  they knew that nothing could stop me. Truth be told I needed to get out before I lost my mind. I was a hazard to everyone, especially the males in my pack. I couldn't deal with the mockery and the longer I had to face it the more I wanted to kill. I ended up moving from one place to another aimlessly, completely oblivious to the tragedy that hit my home and family. I was in search of my mate, the one that would complete me and enhance my life. It is said that when a wolf meets his mate, everything changes but if he doesn't the emptiness drives him mad, I honestly felt that craziness seeping into my life. The urge to destroy everything was so strong. I feared so much that I would end up crazy because deep down I started to feel like she was not out there.  It was Bruce who finally found me. After the murderous spree, some of the pack members escaped, battered and bruised they went into hiding. No one knew what happened to my parents, they were taken with many others. Who knew what those scumbags were planning on doing to those captured? It's sad to say that the remaining pack had no hope, without an Alpha the pack is barely a pack, lost with no direction. It was a cruel winter's night when my father passed on, only then could the Beta sense me as his Alpha. The right is passed down from generation to generation. I wasn't prepared for it. When Bruce got to me, I was a drunken mess. So sure, that my life had no purpose. I was lost in my own illusions of what it meant to be a wolf, but nothing prepared me for what I heard next. "The Pack needs you, Jackson, you need to come back," Bruce said with his hand on my shoulder. "I can't come back, I need to find her, or I can never face the pack again. I swore I would never return until she was at my side." I said fiercely, thinking about all the mockery I endured. "Jackson, most of the pack has been killed, your parents were taken but they are no more, you are the new Alpha. You need to come back and lead the pack." Bruce said sternly. Instantly everything changed, my world that was crumbling came to a standstill, everything my father ever said to me about this day rushed through my mind, the look on my mother's face when I walked away and the thought of failing my father's legacy was stabbing at my heart, so much more painful than never finding my mate. "How can I lead a pack when I can't even figure out my own life, my head is a mess and I can't put that on the pack," I replied trying to make him understand that I wasn't ready to be the Alpha. "Sometimes we have to let destiny make us ready for what we need to do," Bruce replied and with those words, I returned home to save my pack and seek vengeance for my family. I felt the familiar hand on my shoulder, it pulled me out of my own thoughts. "Everything ok, you look lost again?" Bruce asks. "Just thinking about how we got to this point," I reply. "It has been a year now, don't dwell on the past, we are here to teach those monsters a lesson," Bruce says, his eyes gleaming with anger. Just like me, he lost his parents and siblings. He wanted them dead and so did I but our revenge had to be planned and we spent a year monitoring them, watching them, and waiting for the right time. Meanwhile, our pack members healed and restored their strength and energy. We trained long and hard. This was a war and there was going to be bloodshed but this time it wasn't going to be our blood spilled, it was going to be filthy vampire blood. This time we will come out on top, we will get revenge, and this time nothing will stop us. My father always said that one had to choose what battles are worth fighting and this was the battle that I knew was worth the fight Somewhere in the distance, I can see a shadow. My wolf stirs again like something is wrong and my senses are on high alert. "Something is about to happen," I say to Bruce and he looks in the same direction, into the distance someone is watching the scene too. "Take Caleb and scout the area," I say, Bruce doesn't question me, he looks at me again and nods then calls Caleb to do as I asked. I watch the rest, Angelo is my biggest concern, mostly because he hates me and can't accept me as his Alpha. We had many fights growing up and it was never easy, in fact, his father was my father's Beta. Naturally one would think that the both of us would be close but that wasn't the case. We had spent our entire lives hating each other, I guess I hated him mostly because in my early teens I thought that Gail was my mate, we spent a lot of time together and during one summer party Angelo marked Gail, she told me she had always known it was him but I felt hurt and betrayed, especially after she had waltz around town at my side like we were an item. After they became mates, Angelo went out of his way to ruin my reputation, in fact, it was his words that sent me on a spiral out of control,  "You will never find her, she is not out there." Angelo mocked me and I wanted to kill him. My father had tried to intervene and that had made it worst, that made them mock me even harder.  I became the biggest joke of the pack. "I will never take orders from him," Angelo said when I returned. I believed him and could understand why. "He is our alpha and we will do as he says," Bruce yelled in Angelo's face. That moment had been intense but since then both Gail and Angelo steered clear of me and I tried my best to not ask them anything. I figured at some point Angelo would challenge me and try to kill me to win over the position of Alpha. I kept my guard up at all times, Bruce watched my back like a hawk, and Caleb, well he is a good soldier and followed the rules. Hilda was trained to be a healer and she did it well and Iva, she worried me, her silence, the look in her eyes, and just the vibe I got from her but Caleb kept her in her place so I didn't have to worry too much.