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She dreamt that she was in her wolf form,running through unfamiliar woods. Her lungs were burning and she could barely see where she was going. But she had to run, to push harder, anything to escape the wolves that were gaining up behind her.
The song of the hunt echoed around her but she did not reply. She could not- because it was her who was being hunted. She could hear the snapping of twigs as one of the wolves caught up with her. She veered left hoping to catch him off guard but she ended up tripping and immediately the dark brown wolf was upon her, teeth gnashing, jaws dripping with saliva. It was all happening too fast and she closed her eyes just as Finn was about sink his teeth into her exposed neck.
Rachel jolted from her sleep, frozen in her curled up position on the floor. She was safe. She was home. Gone were the jaws at her throat. She closed her eyes and exhale slowly as she transitioned back into reality. Still distracted from her nightmare, she failed to hear padded footsteps coming up from behind her and she let out a surprised squeak when a cold nose poked into her ear.
"Santana, stop," Rachel giggled as the cold nose snuffled near her ear and neck. The owner of the nose froze just as Rachel turned around to face it and her eyes widened as she saw the white wolf from last night frowning down at her.
The events from last night flashed back into her mind as she continued to stare at the disgruntled looking wolf.
"Omega, who is this Santana that you speak of?"
Rachel blinked as she heard the husky voice in her head.
"Oh sweet Barbara you're real," she whispered at the wolf as she she slowly sat up.
The wolf sat down on its haunches and cocked its head at her, watching her curiously as she put her head in her hands, trying to process last night's events.
"Okay…" Rachel looked up from her hands. "Okay…" she glanced at the clock on the mantel of the fireplace. She had overslept and school seemed to be the last thing she wanted do. And so, for the first time in her life, Rachel Berry decided to skip school on her own accord. Besides... she glanced at the wolf that was still sitting patiently in front of her, staring unabashedly at her. She had far more important things to handle right now.
She stood up slowly and stretched, her muscles complaining from the events of last night. She looked down at the patient wolf and she placed her hands on her hips, an authoritative gesture that would have riled the wolves in her pack but was completely ignored by this particular wolf.
"I have questions," she said.
The wolf bared its teeth in a lupine smile. "And I have answers Omega."
Rachel frowned at the usage of that name.
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Do you not know the significance of that position you hold?" the wolf's eyes widened in surprise.
Rachel shook her head and the wolf growled.
"Your Alpha has been forgoing his duties. Who is your current Alpha?"
"Carlos. Carlos Lopez."
"Miguel's son?!" The wolf growled "The fool actually allowed that boy to become Alpha?"
"Um…" Rachel was tempted to point out that Carlos was definitely not a boy anymore. He looked young for his age as do all werewolves but Carlos was at least a century year old if not more. Which brings up the question of how old is this wolf that is pacing back and forth in front of her.
"Who are you?" The question slipped out of her mouth and before she could stop herself, all the questions that were racing through her mind, poured out of her.
"Why are you able to speak to me in my head? Why are you here? Who did that to you?"
The wolf stopped pacing and turned to look at the petite brunette.
"I was captured by humans when I left my pack a year ago. They were equipped with enough knowledge of our kind to restrain me and keep me in a cage of silver and conducted experiments on me and my wolf. Last night, I saw the opportunity to escape and I took it. These injuries was what I had to pay the price for freedom."
"But, won't they be able to track you down? Aren't you still in danger?" asked Rachel, her voice rising an octave as she began to panic.
"No Omega. I ran for a long time and their facility is of a great distance from here. They will require months to recover and repair the damage I caused during my escape. They will not come for me yet."
The wolf touched her hand with its nose and immediately she calmed down as a protective feeling wrapped itself around her like a warm blanket.
"What will you do now?" asked Rachel tentatively.
"I will meet with Carlos. I need to inform him of what has transpired and see if he is aware of any suspicious activities as his territory is closest to where I was captured," replied the wolf as it circled closely around Rachel's legs like a cat pressing up against her. Then it froze as if it caught itself doing something that it shouldn't and it backed away from Rachel.
"I apologize. I do not mean to be so forthcoming. It has been a year since I've come into contact with another wolf and an Omega on top of that… it's hard to reign in my wolf when it is so delighted to have finally found you."
"Why is it that me being an Omega is so important?" asked Rachel curiously.
The wolf shook it's head.
"It is not because you are an Omega per se. It is because you are you that my wolf is happy. But being an Omega in general is rare and you should be proud of who you are."
"And what am I exactly?" asked Rachel crossing her arms.
The wolf paused for a moment.
"An Omega wolf," it started slowly as if weighing its words carefully "is an Alpha without the anger and hunger for control. You are not bound to pack hierarchy. You are not overruled by your Alpha instincts and you have the ability to bring peace to other wolves if you wish."
"But.. I'm at the bottom of the pack. There is no way I could be an Alpha wolf," said Rachel confused.
"Your pack is foolish if they do not know of the treasure they hold" snarled the white wolf. "Back in the past, rival packs have gone to war over Omegas. You are precious to us. You calm the ever burning rage in our wolves. Your ability can slowdown the older werewolves' descent into madness as their wolves begin to take over. You bring peace. You ARE peace"
Rachel took a couple of steps back and sat down heavily on the sofa. To say that this revelation is unexpected, was an understatement.
"But I don't see any of that happening when I'm around my pack," she said, trying to recall anything that could match what the white wolf was telling her. "Although… Puck and Santana have commented on how quiet and content their wolves are whenever they are around me here, in my house," thought Rachel aloud.
"Your ability works only if you are calm yourself," said the wolf as it walked over to sit in front of Rachel. They stared at each other for awhile.
"Is that why I do not have the instinct to submit to the dominant wolves including my Alpha?"
"Yes," said the wolf without hesitation.
Rachel kept quiet as she tried to accept the revelation. All this time, she thought that there was something wrong with her. Something broken. The idea of showing submission had to be beaten into her and now this mysterious wolf before her is telling her that pack rules do not apply to her.
"I do not even know your name," whispered Rachel staring into the golden eyes of the wolf.
The wolf let out a rumble that Rachel identified as laughter.
"Quinn. You may call me Quinn," it said.
"Quinn," said Rachel testing the name out. "That's a unique name. I like it," she smiled at the wolf. "I'm Rachel," she said shyly.
The wolf touched its nose to Rachel's. "Greetings, Rachel," it said. Rachel giggled at the touch.
"When was the last time you were in human form Quinn?" asked Rachel curiously wondering what this wolf will look like as a human.
There was a pause.
"A few months," said Quinn.
"A few months?" squeaked Rachel. "How are you still so.. so… human? I was told that you will eventually lose your human self if you stayed as a wolf for too long."
"I am an old wolf Rachel. I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
Did Quinn just winked at her?!
"And…" continued Quinn. "I was born a werewolf and my mother is fae so that plays a part as well."
"The… Fae? The Fae exists? What.. how?" stuttered Rachel.
Quinn twitched her ears in amusement as she watched the petite brunette being lost for words.
The revving of a car engine stopping outside Rachel's house caused both of them to perk up. Rachel got up and headed down the hallway, Quinn close at her heels as they heard someone exit from the car and was briskly walking towards the front door. They reached the door just as the person began pounding on it.
"Berry you better open up this door and be ready to provide me with a damn good reason why you have not been answering any of my texts or calls or to even show up to school today!" yelled Santana. Rachel detected a hint of worry behind the anger of the Latina and she winced when she realised that she has not checked her phone since she left school yesterday. She quickly reached for the door and swung it open.
"About fucking time," growled Santana striding in and she froze when she saw Rachel. "What the fuck?! What happened to you? Why do you look like you've been run over by a truck and.. is that blood on your floor? Did you murder someone without telling me about it first?!"
Rachel looked down at herself and turned to take in the sight of her hallway for the first time that day. She could see blood on the floor leading towards her the door to her basement where Quinn had dragged herself and the black stuff that Quinn threw up the night before had formed a congealed mass all over the floor as well. Santana was right. It did look like she knifed someone in her hallway.
"Oh…"
"Oh?! Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
"I didn't know that I was suppose to inform you of my intentions to kill someone if I ever wanted to," said Rachel wryly, crossing her arms.
Santana softened when she looked at the defensive brunette and she stepped towards Rachel.
"Rach… look I was worried when you weren't answering any of my calls or texts and… Oh shit," Santana's eyes widened when Quinn stepped out from behind Rachel and blocked her path.
"Mine," Her teeth were bared and her hackles were raised as she growled at Santana and released her dominant power.
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Next, Santana meets jealous Quinn. Quinn arranges to meet Carlos. Chaos begins.