Outside the Dorms & Beyond, Sunday Evening

Jack couldn't quite justify going into the dorms to yank Jackson out by the hair. For one, it would draw the kind of attention he hoped to avoid; for another, it was more likely that not to backfire.

He could, however, admit to being bloody tempted by the idea, and the supermoon tugging at him wasn't helping his impulse control in the least. He paced a grove of trees near the dorms, occasionally gnawing on a knuckle with teeth that were already a bit sharper than normal. Derek lurked nearby.

"Stiles has it handled," Jack said, in what might be a pointless attempt at reassuring himself. "There's still time."

[NFB, please & thank you!]