Peter laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Being the Alpha isn't just about the power, Scott. It’s about the burden. You’re starting to feel it, aren't you? The responsibility of leading a pack you don't even want." He gestured to the field. "You and Jackson. Co-captains. It’s a perfect metaphor for the war inside you." Jackson’s Desperation
Peter Hale watched from the treeline as Scott walked away from the field, the co-captain's jersey abandoned on the bench. The game had changed. It wasn't about lacrosse anymore; it was about survival. And in Beacon Hills, the only thing more dangerous than a lone wolf is the one who realizes he's being hunted by the people he loves. [S1E10] Co-Captain
"Give it to me," Jackson hissed, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "I know what you are, McCall. I know how you do it. Give me the bite." Peter laughed, a dry, rattling sound
Across the field, Jackson Whittemore was watching them. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. He didn't see a monster and a boy; he saw a gatekeeper and the gate. You’re starting to feel it, aren't you
Jackson didn't want the jersey. He wanted the strength. He wanted the speed. He wanted to be the thing that bumped back in the night. Later that evening, in the locker room, the air grew cold as Jackson cornered Scott.