[s1e10] Co-captain Here

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 look like you're waiting for an execution, not a promotion," a voice rasped from the darkness. [S1E10] Co-Captain

The fog didn’t just roll into Beacon Hills that night; it felt like it was exhaled by the woods themselves—thick, damp, and smelling of ancient rot. Scott McCall stood on the edge of the lacrosse field, the stadium lights buzzing like a swarm of angry hornets above him. He looked down at the new jersey in his hands. It wasn't just any jersey. It was the co-captain’s jersey. Across the field, Jackson Whittemore was watching them

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 "You look like you're waiting for an execution,

Scott saw the reflection of his own fear in Jackson’s eyes, but there was something else there too—a hollow void that no amount of power would ever fill. "It’s not a gift, Jackson," Scott said, his voice dropping an octave as his own eyes flashed a brief, warning gold. "It’s a curse." The Hunter's Awakening