"You cannot be serious!" Jackson shouts at Liam.

"I am! Listen we all care for Y/n but she's the one they want. She's bait Jackson." Liam yells back.

The rest of the others: a weak Scott, a loving-it Stiles, a quiet Kira, an amused Lydia, a confused Isaac and a serious Derek all watch on from the sidelines. It's been two months since me and Jackson went to England and when we came back there was a blood bath which I defended myself with a baseball bat like Stiles apart from they managed to take me. I was missing and tied up for a couple of hours before Jackson and Isaac found me. Jackson blamed himself for weeks. Since then, things have been heating up and there's been several more attempts to kidnap me. As a pack since the initial fight, we've lied low as we know they are planning an attack to get and kill me.

"Y/n is not going to be bait." Jackson says harshly poking Liam's chest.

Liam now squares up to Jackson and vise versa as Derek stands ready. I look at Jackson who's been fired up since we got home as when we got back to Beacon Hills it said they were hot on our trails and almost caught us before we flew back home.

"Jackson I'm going to be bait." I say simply putting my hand on his strong arm.

"Y/n's going to be bait-wait no you're damnwell not."

"Haven't heard that one before Jackson, damnwell." Stiles sniggers happily.

Lydia just elbows him in the stomach and Isaac laughs.

"It's my decision Jackson." I state.

"But-"

"But no Jackson. Either you join us and keep me safe or you're not coming at all and you'll be worrying." I say crossing my arms with that sassy ultimatum.

"Fine." Jackson hisses.

Liam turns around and doesn't help himself, "He's whipped."

Jackson walks towards him and Derek puts his arm between the two as Liam turned back around and said that to Jackson's face.

"Jackson why are you so surprised? You always were whipped by Y/n that was why it was obvious to us that you like her." Malia points out.

Suddenly I feel a bit faint. Before I can register I'm opening my eyes and I'm in Jackson's arms.

"Y/n?" Jackson looks worried.

"I'm fine, really." I murmur rubbing my eyes.

"You're really not." Jackson says sternly, feeling my head for a temperature.

Jackson supports me up and let's me lean on him whilst he has his arm around my thin waist.

"Y/n, have you eaten or slept recently?" Lydia asks gently.

Truth is I have been staying with Jackson since we got back however for the most part I've been at home and meeting up with him. I say home my one room in a dank, damp and dirty motel. I can't afford food that's why I've loved it when Jackson cooks for me.

"You've gone back there haven't you?" Jackson asks me with fury.

"Wait what do you mean?" Stiles asks concerned.

"Jackson I have no where else to go. I can't afford a better place or much food." I say quietly.

"You could have come to me!" Jackson shouts angrily.

I almost collapse I'm that weak but luckily Isaac catches me.

"Y/n you need to look after yourself." Isaac says gently.

"Look at how weak you are. You almost collapsed when Jackson let go." Kira points out.

"Jackson I know you're familiar with the terms pride so don't you dare lecture me." I yell back at him.

Jackson leans against a wall.

"Y/n where are you living?" Scott asks me.

"The motel on the outskirts of town." I say quietly arms crossed.

"Oh Y/n... Why didn't you tell us?" Lydia asks me softly.

"I don't have many things in my life. The one thing I do have is dignity and I'm not giving that up." I say frustrated.

"God Y/n." Isaac says giving me a side hug.

Jackson werewolf growls at Isaac and he stops the hug.

"Ooh look at Jackson being all territorial." Stiles teases.

"I marked my territory more than enough times if you all couldn't smell me all over Y/n." Jackson smirks angrily.

"I'm no one's property Jackson." I mutter.

"Listen I told Stiles about this issue while you were asleep on me back one night in England Y/n. There is the genuine offer of you living with Stiles." Jackson says.

"I would love a sister and my dad is up for it." Stiles say sweetly.

"I would love that but I can't dump myself on you-"

"-It would be a pleasure." Stiles interrupts.

I give Stiles a light hug and Jackson again werewolf growls.

"Sorry to break this up but there is a battle coming and we need to be prepared." Derek says.

"Is there a way we can use Y/n as bait but still keep her safe as she can possibly be?" Scott asks.

"As a matter of fact Scott best bro, there is..."

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We did not expect the return of Gerard with Tamora Monroe's army. I'm sick of people getting hurt because of me. So, I outsmarted Peter who was babysitting me at the loft. I've been in contact with everyone a lot but communication has stopped so I tracked Jackson's phone and all of them are in the woods near Derek's burnt down house.

Right now I'm walking through the woods in the dead of night clutching some extra weapons and my baseball bat. I hear howls and growls and the sound of pain as I approach a clearing in the woods. Suddenly it stops dead. I see this is my queue as I walk through the trees. The pack looks at me in horror other than Derek who looks pissed off, probably at his uncle Peter. Jackson's expression soon changes as well to outrage. We never made up from earlier at the meeting even though he's tried a couple of times.

"Ah we have a new player to the game. Welcome Y/n." Gerard announces me with a crazed look in his eye.

I stand in front of the pack and stop dead. Gerard walks closer to me grinning madly like the psycho he is. He encircles me looking at me.

"Hello." I say coldly.

Gerard grabs my wrist and yanks it up painfully and immediately Jackson is by my side in werewolf form and he growls loudly and nastily at Gerard, snarling and barking too. Gerard laughs and let's go.

"I see you've found your mate Jackson. I can smell you all over her." Gerard says winding Jackson up.

Jackson let's out a howl and a snarl.

"Why did you come?" Jackson snarls at me still staring Gerard out.

"I've come to hand myself in. I'm not having you guys getting hurt." I sigh, "You can take me." I announce loudly.

"No!" Lydia screams.

Jackson full on walks in front of me and says:

"You touch a single hair on her you're dead." Jackson snarls.

"How about a wager?" Tamora Monroe asks the pack, "You win, we'll leave Beacon Hills and we'll let her live or..." Monroe laughs maniacally laughs, "You lose..." Monroe doesn't finish just start laughing hysterically like a madman.

"Accepted." I shout.

"Y/n for god's sake you don't even know what it is." Scott says.

"A race! Through the woods and back here, on horseback." Monroe pauses, "Whilst hitting targets with spears. We hoped this would happen." Monroe says.

"Can anyone ride?" Malia asks.

Everyone says no but me.

"I ride." I say, "I can do the spears too." I speak out, "Whilst on horses. I used to do it all the time back in England."

"You sure Y/n?" Stiles asks me.

"Yeah." I look at Jackson who's got a face on, "Jackson?"

He doesn't look at me but nods.

"Y/n shall ride." Scott yells.

"Excellent." Gerard says.