There were very few people she ever expected to sound scared. Jackson was on that list. He was the type that she never imagined could fracture in such a way that it'd be almost tangible. She can feel herself shaking, unable to still as his grip tightens and his mouth... Oh god, this would almost be comical if it were any other situation. One of the guys who'd never have given her the time of day before was all up on her like she was the best thing he'd come across in a long time. Almost breathing her in like a fine honey.

But, this wasn't that situation and what he was doing wasn't okay. Her hands that had been previously clawing at her throat move to his arm, trying to break skin or break the actual arm - whatever came first. Her voice is strained, wiggling against him to slip away if the opportunity presented itself. "Let me the fuck go, Jackson." Her eyes scan the crowd, looking for her pack, the wolves that were supposed to have her back tonight. Waiting for one of them to realize she was in trouble and help her. They wouldn't abandon her and leave her to possibly die, would they?