RUNNING WITH WOLVES

Jackson Lee McQuade was born January,6,1994, The Second Child of William and Laura McQuade of Dallas, Texas. Jackson up until recently had lived a pretty privileged boring life. His father was one of the best lawyers that practiced in Texas. The man was a upstanding citizen and took pleasure in throwing criminals behind bars. Jackson's mother was the perfect stay at home mom that you see on the television. His father may have been cold and aloof but Laura McQuade had been one of the most loving people Jackson had ever met. Jackson had a older sister as well, Alesha  was a few years older and was mostly estranged from their parents. Jackson was lucky to get an email every six months telling him what beach side cabana she was staying in that month.

 

It wasn't long before his fathers strict rules and overbearing presence drove Jackson to acting out. As a teenager he had been hell on wheels. William had been forced more then once to quietly make his way down to the police station and drag his son home. Until finally there was no longer and option to do that. Jackson had been found on the road side high off his ass with a large sack of cocaine. The only thing that had kept him out of jail at that point was his fathers good name and..well his daddy's money..a lot of it. That had been the straw that broke the camel's back as it where. For his senior year of high school Jackson had been shipped off to Vermont to an all boy's Military School.

 

 Jackson's life had turned around at that point. Drugs where basically nonexistent there and he found it much harder to get away with anything. He got himself into shape, got clean of coke, and finally paid some attention to his education. His relationship with his parent's had improved leaps and bounds since his schooling in Vermont began. From there Jackson to chose to go to college back in Texas at his father's alma mater. Jackson had chosen to not even consider law as a career choice. Going into the medical field after two years he graduated and became a Flight Paramedic. Jackson then chose to take his first job in Wyoming near a beautiful little place near the mountains called Snowy Rage.

 

 Jackson's life took an abrupt and horrible change at this time. His parents had flown up to Wyoming to spend a weekend in the wilderness relaxing and camping with their son. The trip had been going beautifully up until the second night near the mountains. Himself and his parents had been sitting around the fire pit when they appeared. Two massive wolves stalked towards them and out of the thick underbrush surrounding their campsite. Before anyone could act screams echoed into the night as the two beasts tore into his family. Two rouge werewolves out for blood it seemed had stumbled upon the little family camping in the preserve. Jackson's parents where killed before he even knew what was happening. Soon enough the wolves turned on him and canines sunk into his hip shredding the muscle and flesh there. Wounded and slowly bleeding to death Jackson had made a run for it. The wolves had made a game of it hunting the boy through the thick underbrush. Jackson's only saving grace had been how close they where to the main highway. The stumbling young man had somehow made it to the road, only to be nearly hit by a massive old pick up barreling down the highway. Jackson didn't remember much from the event only a quick glance of Grimm Cross as he hefted the young man up and put him into the truck.

 

  Jackson had been saved that day by a werewolf, just like the ones that had ripped his family apart. Well save the fact that for the most part Grimm was a good man. He had nursed Jackson backed to health or at least long enough for his new found healing to take over. Learning of werewolves and their existence had been more then a bloody shock to say the least. But now Grimm had chosen to return to Colorado and the pack that waited for him there. So with his family gone save his estranged sister, Jackson chose to follow him. Besides he did owe the man his life afterall.