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Samson Hale, former Alpha to the Hale pack, grouchily made his way back to the library. Sending a tight smile back in reply to the morning greeting a librarian gave him, Samson did his best to hide his scowl. He was not at all feeling jolly.

It had only been midway through his phone call with Cordelia that he'd realised his wallet was missing. His daughter's lecturing rant that followed that confession had left him sour and irritated. He knew why Cordelia was so fussy with him being away however his understanding did not outweigh the annoyance.

Pulling out a book he had mild interest in, Samson let his gaze rest on the words but was hardly paying much attention to them. Instead his mind once again drifted to his granddaughter. Despite having spent several hours and days with her, He still could not get over his elation. Everything about her was simply so Hale. The way she would furrow her eyes in annoyance at the Jared boy. The way she would smirk or smile slightly at her best friend Michael. She had the ravenous Black Hale hair and their expressive eyebrows. Her features favoured the Hale blood that ran through her. She was a Hale and she was his granddaughter. Glorious joy to the heavens he had found her.

"Hey LOOK its Samson!" Jared exclaimed as he and the other pups trickled into the library.

Samson twitched at the exclamation and composed himself quickly in his grandfatherly presence. Looking up with a smile he waved back to the children. Doing his best to subtly search for his granddaughter.

"Hi Samson!" Valerie chirped with a polite smile and small nod. The Alpha in him was a little astonished at the etiquette but none the less gave a small nod back. Samson was a little conflicted on how he felt the Delco pack was run. The Alpha in him was impressed and saw the merits in training the children at such a young age, preparing them for life in a pack and its dynamics. However Samson could see it for what it truly was. A way to brainwash the young and rule over them as they grow. A pack was a family, not an Army. Benjamin Delco was creating soldiers out of the young. Samson inwardly growled in vicious hate and anger.

"Good morning children" Samson smiled gently, his outward appearance nothing but serene and welcoming. It was then he saw her. Standing next to Michael and watching him with a blank gaze. Unlike Valerie, Emmet and Jared, the last two stood further back. Slowly approaching as if Samson was a threat to be handled carefully.

Michael wore a bright smile on his face and was slightly jumping with excitement, However Samson took note of the abnormalities. Michael's eyes were darker than usual, and Samson could see the little pups wolf lurking behind them. Prowling as if on guard and watching him with warning. His slight jumping distracting anyone lesser trained from noticing his twitching fingers and the lightness of his feet. Prepared for some sort of quick reaction, ready at simply a moment's notice.

"Good Morning Samson!" Michael greeted his tone just as bright as the smile on his face.

Despite it being a child, Samson's wolf prickled tensely. Samson almost marvelled at the boy because was he- yes he was… This child was challenging him. HIM! Samson Hale, the Former Alpha of the Hale pack. A pack that's bloodline alone was a legend as it was a pack born from a True Alpha's graces. Samson wasn't sure if he was amused or annoyed at the boy's cheek. As such he just smiled back and gave a soft 'morning' in reply.

Turning his eyes to his granddaughter, Samson's smile widened and became more sincere. She was staring at him with brown eyes identical to her mother. The only physical feature Mallory had blessed her with. Admittedly, Samson was a little disappointed at that, however it was small compared to his elation over everything else.

"Good Morning Talia" Samson greeted. Well aware of the shine in his eyes at merely saying her name. Such a strong name, it's meaning simply fitting.

"Samson" Talia replied, her tone strange and distant. Almost distrustful. Samson felt his elation seep out of him immediately. His wolf rearing back as if struck. 'Grandfather' he wished to correct her. Yet to the little girl before him he would be in the wrong. To Talia he was no grandfather in her eyes. She was no granddaughter to him like he saw. Those facts a reminder to what he had lost, to what Benjamin Delco had stolen from him. Fury filled him and his wolf roared with want to surface. It was only due to his many years of control that Benjamin stifled it.

"Good Morning" Samson repeated straining to retain his grandfatherly smile on his face.


Talia's Pov

It's rather amazing how my perception of the elderly man before me had changed. Just yesterday I had been fond of his presence. Found him to be rather nice and perhaps even trust worthy and kind. Yet today I look at him and can only see a stranger, a threat. An anomaly I had almost overlooked. Disgruntled shame filled me because I had actually felt comfortable in this strange old man's presence. His grandfatherly smile should have warned me, my adult like mind should have thought it strange at how he lavished us with attention. God WHY did I not think it strange?

My hands tightened in my pockets and it was taking every lesson I had ever had with my mother to control myself. Once again I had almost let my emotions leak and break my role. Mother would not be pleased if she were to know.

"I'm glad I was able to catch you all one last time" Samson conversed as our mini pack crowded round his table.

"You are!? How come?" Michael chirped as he led me over towards a seat. The placing rather advantageous for the both of us. From here, Samson was within sight, his every action easy to spot. Absently I once again thanked whatever blessings gave me Michael Bloom in this life and our Paranoid drill sergeant mother's training.

"Stop being rude Bloom" Valerie growled with a glowing glare. From the corner twitch of his lips, I knew Michael didn't appreciate the little she-wolf's demands. As such he restrained himself by bowing his head and sheepishly apologising, rubbing at his hair in embarrassment. Placating Valerie, Jared and Emmet who all looked to him with annoyed disgruntlement at his words.

"None of that my dear. It's quite alright for Michael to ask questions. After all the future belongs to the curious. The ones who are not afraid to try or ask. To answer your questions Michael, well it's simply because I have come to quite enjoy your company" Samson shared his eyes smiling and his lips wide with pleased thanks.

"Really!? Even Bloom? He never shut's up though!" Emmet spoke out with evident disbelief and mockery. Michael glared at him causing another glare match to result between the two. I however kept my eyes on Samson. Watching him and trying to figure out just what I was going to do about him. I wanted to ask him about the picture. I wanted to demand answers by whatever means. Yet I also wanted to run. To gather the others and run as far away from this old man as we could. The more I spent in his presence the more I could feel it. The aura of strength and power he hid behind his grandfatherly appearance. The more I managed to catch a few snippets of contradicting emotions in his scent. Happy elation and angry hatred. Sincere Pleasure and irritable annoyance.

I wasn't stupid and certainly no fool.

Despite all my training, and all my preparations…. I was still an adult mind in the body of a child. Should he attack us, he would succeed. Michael and I wouldn't stand a chance, even if Jared were to aid us. Darting my gaze to Jared who was speaking to Valerie, I once again mulled over the possibility that Samson was here because of him. Jared was the Alpha to be and the Delco pack made it no secret. With a simple few days of observation Jared's treatment in the pack would out him out. The possibility of Samson planning to kidnap or kill Jared wasn't one to be dismissed, however something told me that wasn't the case.

Brushing my fingers against the edges of the picture in my pocket, I tensed slightly.

I needed to know what my father was to him. Needed an explanation to this picture that has me so completely confused and frazzled. I needed to know just who Samson was.

"Talia?" Jared called jolting me from my thoughts. I knew I had been a little too slow to conceal the fierce driving gleam in my eyes when his nose twitched and his eyes narrowed at me. Regardless of how he treated me, Jared was still the Alpha to be and I was the Omega spawn. Even if the little boy thought me to be a friend, so many years of Alpha preparation had already left their mark. The little Alpha to be would not take lightly to any signs of insubordination.

"Talia. Samson was just asking you about how the story is coming along" Jared spoke his smile kind but his tone commanding. His head was high and his back straight as he looked at me expectantly. Valerie and Emmet instinctively lowered their heads slightly and subtly bared their necks. The irritating tingling sensation once more washed over me and I shook it off just as quick as it came.

There were many responses I wanted to give at the unspoken order I was given. I wanted to lash out and scold the demanding little brat in front of me. Incredulous snarky remarks filled my head. The feeling of disbelief that I, a 23 year old woman (17 years as Emily and 6 years as Talia), was being COMMANDED by a 6 year old little boy.

But I couldn't….. Because in this world I was only seen as a 6 year old child. The daughter of the pack Omega's… the Omega SPAWN.

"I-It's fine… I'm just a little stuck on the ending is all" I stuttered out softly. Turning my gaze to the side and making sure my eyes didn't meet the little Alpha to be. Due to that I missed the look of despair and sad guilt that spanned across Jared's face.

"FINALLY! We can start practicing" Valerie exclaimed

"Took you long enough" Emmet scoffed his tone implying stupidity.

"Sorry it's taking so long" I apologised meekly, tone dripping with guilt at making them wait. My wolf pup however was laughing and giggling mischievously at our act. Enjoying how convinced they all were that we were sorry when it wasn't at all true. My heart beat had remained steady and I couldn't help the smidge of pride I felt. After a year of meditation and self-practice, and months of teaching by mother, I finally was able to control the beating of my heart. Finally able to tell a lie without a wolf being any wiser.

"Don't be sorry Talia! I know it takes a long time to think of a story so you take your time" Jared apologised, his blue eyes wide with earnest sincerity. Once again the intensity of his gaze on me making me uncomfortable. I leaned back slightly, creeped out by his earnest expression.

"Okaaay" I muttered awkwardly.

"I've got an idea!" Michael cheered effectively reminding everyone he was there. Before anyone could question his out of character moment of silence, Michael babbled on.

"I read a book a couple sections over there that might help! We can go find it and maybe Lia will be able to finish her story!"

"Um okay I guess we could-" Jared began to say but Michael interrupted whatever he was going to say, earning glares from Emmet and Valerie and a look of irritation from Jared.

"Don't bother I know EXACTLY where it is, But Samson will have to come because it's on the HIGH HIGH shelves!" Michael continued

"I'll be happy to help" Samson agreed with another grandfatherly smile. As he stood to move, and the others began to grumble and chat among themselves, Michael and I met each other's gazes. His honey brown orbs glinted before he plastered another one of his bright smiles on his face. Morphing his features into a mask of child naivety and innocence. A look Isabella proudly praised him for mastering. I felt my lips curl up into a small smirk, unable to help but feel incredibly amazed and grateful for having befriended such a manipulative child.

The two of us started after Samson, Michael bouncing in childish excitement and me following behind him shyly and unsurely…. If only they knew.


Samson followed after Michael with Talia walking at his side quietly. The honey brown eyed boy chattering excitedly the entire way, barely letting Samson get a word in otherwise or changing the topic. Samson was a little conflicted on how he would respond to the boy. A part of him entertained at the boys chatter, reminding him of his twin son's James and Arthur and their brood. However Samson wished for a moment to at least engage Talia in conversation. Get to know his first born son's child. To form a connection, Samson was almost desperate for it.

"Oh it's over here!" Michael exclaimed cutting off whatever rant he had been half way through.

"Come on Lia!" He grinned before latching onto Talia's wrist and dragging her into the room he had pointed at. The two darting towards it as fast and quick as possible, leaving Samson to catch up. Samson grumbled slightly at the energy little children possessed with brief jealously of such youth before finally entering the room.

Looking around the room, he took note of the tables and chairs, as well as the emptiness. It appeared to be a study room for anyone who wished not to be disturbed, interestingly enough the walls appeared to be sound proof or at least padded so noise was less. However it was the distinct LACK of Books and bookshelves that really had Samson scratching his head in confusion.

"Uh Michael my boy, I think you might have brought us to the wrong place" He laughed lightly before turning to the children.

"No I haven't!" Michael grinned stopping briefly to flash a smile at Samson before turning back to the door and fiddling with the lock.

"What are you doing my boy?" Samson asked. His Wolf noticing the sudden change atmosphere. The heavy weight the air suddenly held and the tingling of menace that dusted the area. Samson straightened his back, instinctively settling into his Alpha stance used during political pack meetings. His grandfatherly façade dropping slightly and his eyes glinting with power.

"No more games Samson Mr- If-that's-even-your-real-name. Who are you and what the fuck do you want" The 6 year old boy growled out. His honey brown eyes glaring with threat, an unspoken demand for truth. His back was straight and despite the large difference in height the 6 year old was so full of presence and poise.

Samson could only stare at the child for a full minute of disbelief. Simply a few minutes ago, the little boy in front of him had been nothing but chatter and bright smiles. Nothing amiss that would lead anyone into thinking he was anything but a 6 year old little boy. And in a second he had turned into- into this! Samson wasn't sure if he was shocked or impressed. Actually no, Samson did know…. He was appalled actually.

"Who on earth taught you such crude and despicable language!" Samson scolded unable to help it. After all the boy was a still a child and no parent should allow such vulgar words to escape a child's lips.

"My Mommy! You got a problem with that old fart" Michael taunted with a sneer which looked strange on his face. Samson wondered if the innocent little boy he had come to be acquainted with over the week was simply a dream.

"Enough joking about Mikey" Talia interrupted reminding the two of her presence.

Samson startled at her voice, its tone so different. Her words were spoken sharply yet delivered swiftly, almost languidly. There was a blanket of maturity that coated them despite its childish high pitch. Each word spoken like a suggestion but issued as a pointed recommendation. Only softening its edge when she had spoken Michael's name.

Her brown eyes seemed to glint dangerously with intelligence so ahead of her years as she stared at him. Staring him down with her eyes alone. Her stance was regal, head held high, shoulders back with a straight spine. Her movement elegant and calculative in one. Samson found himself slowly rising to the unspoken position of power the girl was exuding. The Alpha Wolf in him recognizing another potential equal to his rank.

He absently took note of the way, Michael had bowed his head and blatantly bared his neck to Talia. Submitting to her almost instinctively, like it was natural before moving to stand beside her, only slightly behind by an inch. His features didn't hold the same amount of intelligence and maturity as Talia's but he still looked fierce, and far more dangerous than any 6 year old should be (including 6 year old werewolf children).

"What Mikey was trying to say was….. Who are you Samson? Are you simply a kind elderly werewolf who found enjoyment in the company of a group of 6 year olds?" Talia started her face blank of any emotion, her scent completely at ease much like her heart beat. She then reached into her pocket, bringing out Samson's lost wallet along with the picture of his family.

Samson felt his eyes widen at the objects, and his gaze darted back to the 6 year old girl in front of him. Talia's face remained blank even as she next spoke, turning the picture over and pointing at the faces it featured.

"Or are you Samson Hale…. The man in this picture"

Samson seemed to flounder a bit astonished at the turn of events occurring. He was brought out of his thoughts when a cheerful and vindictive voice chirped.

"Either way if we don't like your answer you're still pretty much a creepy old man who hangs around children" Michael smiled his words causing Talia to smirk slightly in amusement.


Talia's Pov

It was always gratifying to witness the immense shock Michael's true personality would cause. If you knew his mother Isabella Bloom than the revelation wouldn't be as unbelievable. Even I had never thought the English language could be used as creatively. However all that was still minor compared to my nervous anticipation for Samson's response.

"Who are you? And how do you know my father" I demanded. Adopting the firm tone Miranda would use in her court cases. My gaze hard like Vincent had shown me, whenever he and his brothers would discuss business matters. My words sharp like my Mother's tongue during training sessions. Letting my eyes flash golden yellow briefly, I acknowledged my wolf pups eager wants to be included.

Samson's forest green eyes so much like my Father's stared back at me. Almost unnerving me making me shake with apology. It took a lot of effort not to drag my eyes away or slouch in my stance. Having to constantly remind myself that it was not Father standing before me but a stranger with similar eyes.

"So it was you who had stolen my wallet…. How sneaky of you" Samson finally spoke.

My skin prickled even more at the amused words that left his lips. His tone was nothing like the grandfatherly comfort he'd been projecting the past few days. Even his eyes and aura exuded strength and threat, yet it was dormant. Almost like a lazy predator watching its prey prance freely before him. Secure in the knowledge that between the two they were the stronger being.

"I'd hardly call it stealing. Maybe your grey hair is growing on your brain and you dropped it" Michael taunted mockingly.

"Cut the crap and tell us what we want to know. That shit ain't going to work on us" Michael spat with a fanged sneer his mother would be proud of. Samson's eyes flashed at Michael and a low growl bubbled from his chest reminding us that he was older as such more powerful than the both of us combined.

My hand clamped onto Michael's and I pulled him behind me protectively. My own growl rumbling from my throat, eyes blazing brightly.

"You don't touch him" I snarled, fangs flashing with threat. I didn't care that I could easily be batted away with a simple arm flick. Michael was pack, Family, My brother. No one touched one of MINE.

Samson instantly reared back, face shifting into one of hurt and heartbreak. His eyes never leaving mine as he stumbled back as if struck. The atmosphere grew dark and heavy with sadness before Samson just collapsed into an empty chair and stared at Michael and me.

Silence ruled for a moment and no one moved for a few minutes, until Samson reached for the picture. He thumbed at it for a few seconds before releasing a heavy sigh, weighted with heartbreak and despair.

"I'm sorry… I was out of line to threaten your friend. Forgive me" he apologised, his eyes teary as he looked at me with a watery smile. I suddenly felt awkward…. Because how terrible am I that I made an old man cry. I looked to Michael, the both of us sharing looks of 'What do we do now? He's crying'

"Are you- Are you crying?" Michael asked with a slight guilty lilt to his tone. I immediately hit him lightly on the arm.

"You don't ask people that Mikey. It's rude and sometimes just make them cry more" I scolded but the plain awkwardness on my face said it all. This was just too weird.

"It's just weird. Mommy never told us what to do when the enemy starts crying!?" Michael guiltily whined.

"Yes well knowing her she probably would have told us to laugh and relish in their tears before thrusting their epic destruction in their faces" I pointed out thoughtfully.

"But Lia he just looks so pathetically sad, also he's old!" Michael whispered like it was a secret. Probably purposely forgetting that Samson was a werewolf too.

"Besides' maybe we could just wait till we get back to the pack and ask Uncle Tom if he knew a Samson" Michael continued with slight hope in his honey brown orbs.

"Uncle Tom?" Samson spoke up causing Michael and I to look at him with wary observation.

"My Daddy….. I know you know him. I saw him in that picture. What I want to know is who he is to you" I questioned my voice accusing, demanding and threatening all at once. Samson seemed to look at me with something akin to approval or impressed praise before answering.

"My son." His words were both proud, sad and nervous at the same time. He was watching me intently, seeming to wait for something but I paid little attention to that.

I felt as if the world had suddenly been shaken, my eyes widening and my jaw threatening to drop. This old man before me who shared the same Green eyes of my Father, claimed that he was my Father's father.

"I didn't know your Daddy's dad was still alive" Michael questioned in surprise. Narrowing my eyes at Samson I glared.

"Neither did I. Daddy never mentioned you" I replied.

Something strange stirred in my stomach, something warm, boiling hotter and hotter. Staring at the old man before me, several things came to mind. If he was who he claimed he was where has he been? Where was he for the past 3 years, when Copper Friday occurred? Where was he every freaking day my Father was abused and humiliated in this pack? Talked down like worthless waste and tossed aside like a used rag. Where the fuck has this man been whilst his SON has been suffering in this hell hole?

"He never mentioned me?" Samson despaired, his scent filled with hurt.

"No. He didn't. So why don't you tell me just why the hell you're here now" I coldly spoke my tone causing Michael to stand taller in support behind me.

My father is my hero, my pillar of strength. I've seen him broken, torn down and ruined. However every time he has always stood back up. At this point I don't care if Samson was an old man coming to beg forgiveness from my father, or if he wanted to start some sort of relationship with me. Regardless I will not allow him anywhere near my Father unless he proves he's here to save him.

To take my father away from this hell hole and keep him safe and happy. I knew my Mother could not leave this land, that she was bound to it. Having listened in on her and Emissary Marcus's meetings enough to know that. But I knew that between the three of us, my mother and I were safer than my father.

"Lia….." Michael whispered before nodding at the ring on Samson's finger.

My eyebrows rose in surprise at the symbol….. A triskelion. Something stirred in my brain, almost like I had forgotten something. Something important that had to do with that symbol. Michael's sudden gasp and spike in astonished surprise had me turning to him sharply. Michael however couldn't drag his eyes away from Samson and that excited gleam of intelligence entered his honey brown eyes.

"Hale… Samson HALE…. Your name is Samson Hale!" Michael breathily repeated

Perhaps it was in the way Michael had spoken the words, or maybe the incredulous amazement that tinted his tone, either way Samson had looked to him sharply. His aura once more regal and sharp, piercing and intimidating all in one.

"That picture was taken in BEACON HILL'S! His last name is Hale! Don't you see Lia? That symbol on his ring just PROVES it!" Michael exclaimed somewhat excitedly.

…Beacon Hills….. Hale…..

The words rebounding in my head as I searched my memories for anything in relation to those words.


"Yes… The Hale pack is one of the smaller packs but also one of the strongest!" "The Hale pack are rather private. They don't let just anyone join their pack. Their entire pack is based on blood relations and friends. A pack of 20 with only 12 wolves" "Alpha Hale and his mate had 4 children, all wolves. 3 of his children however married humans. Because of this Alpha Hale had more human grandchildren than wolf. The Hale pack offer protection over their human friends. It's why they're pack is so small. The Hale pack don't bite human's unless necessary." "-I also heard that a TRUE alpha started the Hale Pack! Did you know that huh Talia? A TRUE ALPHA! Like from the legends! No wonder the Hale pack is one of the strongest. Anyway- they said that the True Alpha chose to settle and build his pack in some town called Bacon Hills… or was it Beacon hills… I can't remember but-"

Teen Wolf: Setting: Beacon Hills, California

"Daddy…. What's Alpha Hale's name?" I asked.

"Samson Mathias Hale"


"You're part of the Hale-"

"Alpha Hale" I stated dazedly cutting off Michael's exciting revelation and causing him to gape in star struck shock.

"ALPHA Hale!" He repeated before looking to me in puppy eyed disappointment.

"You knew ALPHA HALE'S name and never told me!" His fan boy attitude derailing me for a second and making me feel guilty.

"Sorry-sorry it's just Daddy told me it was a secret" I apologised but Michael just waved it off before jumping excitedly much like the 6 year old boy he really was.

"I just met ALPHA HALE of the HALE PACK from BEACON HILLS!" Michael whispered in awe.

"You remember me?" Samson almost desperately asked. Still regarding him warily I nodded. I didn't particularly care that he was Alpha Hale of the Hale pack. He could still be a threat.

His features softened into a caring somewhat loving expression. His eyes still on my person making me squirm uncomfortably at his attentions. My skin itched and I felt the need to scratch at it, I didn't like the adoring gleam in his eyes. It was too intense, too glazed and just plain creepy.

"I knew you were his daughter. Knew it the minute you looked at me. You were only two but you looked so much like Thomas that I knew it instantly" Samson whispered softly, I caught sight of the way his fingers twitched almost as if he wanted to touch me. I steeled myself against the urge to cringe back. Luckily my little knight in shiny armour came to the rescue. Stepping in front of me and gripping me by the shoulders excitedly, coincidentally hiding me from Samson's gaze.

"LIA! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU?" His honey brown eyes glittering with exhilaration. I could only shake my head dizzyingly at his actions. Well aware that I was missing vital information.

"If Samson is a Hale and your Daddy is his son. That means Uncle Tom is a Hale too! Which means he's the son of ALPHA Hale WHICH means that that would make you his-"

"My granddaughter" Samson finished causing Michael and I to look to him.

"You are my granddaughter" Samson repeated. His declaration firm, proud, yearning and so much more.

"I-I what?" I stuttered out a little thrown

"You are the daughter of my first born son Thomas Hale. You are my grandchild, my granddaughter that I have yearned to meet for years. You are a Hale." Samson spoke moving closer to where Michael and I stood. As he bent down to my height, I could see the joy and tears in his eyes all the more clearly.

"Talia Hale…my granddaughter" He whispered adoringly. My mind froze at that name and everything in the world seemed to slow down, making me feel faint. My senses seemed to hyper overload and my body grew numb.

Talia Hale…..Talia Hale….Talia Hale…..


It was one of those rare Family days for the West family. Miranda was in the kitchen prepping a meal for the three of us and Vincent was getting himself a cold beer. I had my knees hugged tightly to my chest and my favourite blanket nearby. Lazing on the couch with my laptop on the coffee table before me. Wires connected to the television and speakers, it was family movie night, and the smile on my face had yet to fade.

"Alright Kiddo what is it we're watching?" Vincent asked as he ruffled my hair jokingly causing me to laugh. Something so rare of me to do when I was on my own.

"Hm… not sure yet. There are too many to choose from" I answered continuing to scroll through the movies and TV series I had downloaded on my laptop.

"Alright well then what about your favourite show or movie?" He suggested as he moved in close to peer at the options as well.

"I don't really have a favourite. I just watch whatever catches my attention. Sometimes they're interesting sometimes there not but meh… you know" I absently replied with a shrug.

"Heh. With the amount of TV and Internet Surfing you do I'm surprised your brains haven't rotten and your grades suffered" Vincent teased with a nudge. My smile became a little empty at that. A small voice in my head saying 'I have a lot of time to myself to kill'. Pushing the thought away I refused to let my angst ruin such a rare occasion.

"Ooh Emily! Why don't we watch that show you're always watching! You know, the one about the werewolves and the hot actors" Miranda suggested with a chirp as she began to bring our meals out.

"Hot actors?" Vincent repeated with a joking glare in Miranda's direction causing me to stifle a giggle.

"Oh you know what I mean. With the teenagers? What was it um…. Skit McGee? Style Bilinski and um oh there's one more…. Darren Hale!" She listed with a finishing snap of her fingers.

"It's actually Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale Mom" I corrected with a laugh.

"Well what's it about?" Vincent urged curiously

So I told them, gave them a summary of the entire show and each season. Simply talking to them and relishing in their unbreakable attentions on me. Their looks of soft intrigue and amusement as I spoke, warming me and making the empty loneliness disappear. When I had finished explaining Season 3B, ending with Kate Argent's attack on Derek Hale, they interrupted me.

"OH what a bitch!" Miranda spat angrily on behalf of Derek Hale. The lawyer in her angry at the injustice and tragedy Derek had suffered. She went into a long spiel on how many charges she could book Kate Argent for if she could. A long list of insults and scathing words over the blatant child rape and mental trauma Derek experienced.

"The poor boy….. Especially with his Uncle's insanity after that fire" Vincent sympathized. He on the other hand seemed to respect Peter Hale. His inquiries about the character somewhat praising and calculative with a tinge of understanding respect. I could see why, as a financial Manager and business man he appreciated sly and manipulative attributes in a person. However I was under the impression that he admired Peter's drive more than anything. The single deep seeded drive to obtain his goal of revenge and power. So similar to the quote by Ollivander from Harry Potter….."After all, He-who-must-not-be-named did great things. Terrible! Yes, but great"

"You two do know that Scott McCall is the main character right? That the Hale family is a branch story, side characters? Sub-plots!?" I informed seeing how passionate the two seemed to be getting over the Hale family.

"A little ridiculous really. I'd rather watch a show centered on the Hale's than about a teenager in werewolf puberty" Vincent shrugged voicing his opinion.

"I mean don't you think so Emily? Don't you wonder about how hard it must have been for Derek Hale and Laura Hale? Adjusting to being orphans with their only known alive relative in a coma. Or how about little Cora Hale escaping the fire, a child all by herself believing her whole family to be dead. All those people, burned to death because of some psychopathic bitch! And Derek constantly carrying the guilt and self blame a mistake he was manipulated into by a blonde whore cougar" Miranda ranted.

"Or Peter, an intelligent man forced to live in his own mind. A maze in itself for years without any other company. To know your family was murdered and killed yet listed down as an electrical fire. Children, siblings perhaps even a baby. Dead. Any man would have gone insane with a blow like that" Vincent commented as he took a sip of his beer. The two seemed to be mourning for the Hale's and I felt myself become subdued. Their words showing me just how dark and tragically scared the left over Hale's must have been. Vincent and Miranda spoke of the Hale's like they were people. Not just characters in a Television show to offer entertainment.

"Talia Hale must have been a brilliant woman" Miranda commented musingly

"Why do you say that?" I couldn't help but ask

"To raise a son like Derek Hale….. To have a brother like Peter….. Even her daughters were implied to be strong in their own rights….. It makes you wonder just how Strong she must have been"

"Her name alone carries a lot of weight. Perhaps if she had lived things would have been very different…." Vincent shared

"I wonder what her thoughts were before she died" Miranda pondered

I found myself somewhat entranced at their musings. Every word spoken about the Hale family, entrancing me, trapping me with curiosity.

"Was she already mourning for herself and her trapped family's lives…..Reassuring them of a fabricated better outcome. Or had they banded together and accepted their deaths and thanked whatever graces allowed Derek and Laura to continue to live"

The silence in the room was heavy after her words. Every breath I took felt loud in the room. I almost held my breath, not wanting to break the solemn silence. Thinking of Talia Hale, I wondered if I could ever be as great as she had been implied to be.

Being a Hale…. To be Talia Hale…It sounded so hard.


I couldn't breathe.

My chest was tight and my mouth opening and closing gasping for air.

My eyes wide and vision blurred. My hearing scrambled like white noise filling it and my heart racing erratically. I had fallen to the ground and my claws were digging into the floor, ruining it as I scratched at it desperately. I needed to breathe. I needed oxygen. I can't- I can't- I can't-

"Talia! Listen to me! You need to calm, come on my child. Breathe." A voice instructed its tone stern but soothing at the same time. Trying to appease to me but I couldn't stand it. The white noise overcame it every now and then, making it wash in and out of focus.

"Focus Talia" The voice ordered sharply, probably hoping to shock me. Instead it angered me. What right did the voice have to order me? Could it not see I was trying to breathe, to inflate my lungs with oxygen!

"Listen to my heart beat Talia. Focus on it" A grip on my hand had me pulling away violently, causing me to clutch at the sharp pain in my chest. My heaving was getting increasingly faster.

"Please Talia listen!"

Emily! My name is Emily! Isn't it? Talia is a character from a TV show I watch. Wasn't my name Emily?

Dark spots danced before me and the room began to spin.

"LIA!" A high pitched voice screamed fearfully causing my head to snap in its direction.

A little boy stared back at me. His honey brown eyed gaze wide with fear and watery tears. His lips trembling and his cheeks wet. Blond hair messy on his head and his little form trembling. The room stopped spinning and my frantic heaving started to slow. A whining whimper escaped my lips and a ache in my chest began.

"You're scarring me!" The little boy whimpered with a wet sob.

Shame filled me at my actions. Slowly I felt my lungs begin to fill with oxygen, my breathing starting to even out and my heart begin to steady. Staggering up from the floor and slowly inching my way towards the sobbing little boy I grabbed his hand and eased him closer. He stared at me through his tears, still wide eyed and scarred, slightly sobbing. Wiping at the tears that fell from his cheeks I smiled at him softly and apologetically. Lifting my hand I placed it on his chest and focussed intensely. Soon my veins turned black at my touch as I drained him of the clenched pain pulsing in his chest.

His stuttered sobbed breath of relief made me smile and stop my actions.

"Sorry Mikey…. I didn't mean to" I gently whispered wiping at the wet drops leaking from his eyes. He hiccuped once before pulling me into a tight embrace, clutching at me like I was a life line. Nuzzling his face into my neck and inhaling my scent fiercely. Turning my nose I scented him back feeling calm at his butterscotch scent tickling my nose despite the salty tinge to it.

"You big meanie!" He mumbled before sniffling and rubbing his snotty nose into my shirt. I couldn't find it in me to be grossed out because he was right.

I'm not sure how long we stood like that simply holding each other tightly, drawing from one another the reassurance we needed. My mind calming itself and catering to my inner wolf pup's whines.

"I'm sorry Mikey" I repeated again

"I thought you were leaving me" He whispered so softly, so insecure and scared. So young and childlike that shameful guilt filled me once more.

"Never… your pack…. Family…. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten" I muttered reciting the promise I made to my Father before we left. I promised to look out for Michael yet instead I had made him cry….. Breaking my promise to Father.

I was still freaked out, my mind still reeling from my earlier revelation. By no means was I at all over my panic attack or anything….. But it could wait. It could be pushed back to a time where it is just me. Where my reaction won't worry anyone I care about. Closing my eyes and inhaling another lungful of Michael's butterscotch scent, I eased my shoulders loose. Keeping a comforting hold on Michael's hand, I turned to face Samson, having not forgotten his presence.

"So….. You are my grandfather"


Samson stood silently in his place and watched the entire interaction between the two pups unfold. His wolf and he both studying their granddaughter's actions, how she cradled the boy in her hold. How she let him clutch to her and soak her shirt in his snot and tears. It was her expression that really caught Samson's astonishment. Her features looking so mature despite the little baby fat on her cheeks. Her eyes so solemn and understanding, filled with an old aged glaze he found somewhat familiar.

She looked nothing like a child, like a simple 6 year old. Instead Samson saw a great leader, a protector, guardian and fierce fighter. He saw in her an Alpha who could be great. She carried the blessed wonders of their great ancestor, the True Alpha who started their legacy.

Samson saw in her the future Alpha of the Hale pack. Through her their pack would become great, remain strong as they have through the years and onwards.

Samson had never felt so proud before in his lifetime compared to this very moment.

So when she turned to him, eyes calculative, whirring in thought and contemplation. He confronted her with the respect and grace who he'd bestow on any he found to be worthy. He faced her like the Alpha she could become.

"So….. You are my grandfather" She stated.

"Yes" he confirmed with a respectful smile

"Tell me" She softly commanded, with just enough respect so he didn't feel challenged.

And so he did… He told her of how he lost her Father. How he failed, of why it has taken him so long to meet her. He divulged in her the origin of he and Benjamin Delco's past. Explained the effect her father's absence caused within the Hale pack. He told her everything he could think off.

And not once did he feel foolish for it.

For Talia may have been a 6 year old little girl but Samson knew the truth.

She was Talia Hale, his granddaughter, Thomas's daughter. The future Alpha to the Hale pack of Beacon Hills.

And she will be great…


Jared did his best to refrain from running among the shelves in the library. The little Alpha to be slowly beginning to grow irritated and worried. It was almost time for the pups to return back to camp and he has yet to find either Michael or Talia.

They had been gone for ages, ever since they had left with Samson to search for that book. After one too many bickering arguments between Valerie and Emmet, Jared had gotten up to search for them. His child mind thinking up all sorts of horrors or issues the longer he searched. What if they had been attacked? What if someone was bullying them and locked them in a room? What if they were trapped? Or even worse what if Talia was hurt.

Jared's bottom lip trembled at the last bit with a mixture of concern and anger. His wolf growling with discontent at their lack of knowledge. Already the voice in his head that sounded so much like his grandfather, was scolding him for his misdoing. Telling him off for leaving Talia alone and not keeping close to her like he was told to.

When Jared's ears caught the sound of the bell signalling for all the pack pups to return, his chest grew cold. He hadn't found them yet!? Where could they be?

Giving his surrounding's one last frantic look he then wondered over to the assigned meeting spot.

"There you are Jared!" Valerie exclaimed in relief, dragging Emmet behind her.

"You should tell us where you're going next time" Emmet grumbled as his little shoulders relaxed seeing Jared unharmed. Jared could only give the boy a brief apologetic look before continuing to scan the crowds. However less frantic and obvious like before. After all Grandpa said that Alpha's never show their distress as it is a sign of weakness.

"Have either of you seen Talia or Bloom?" Jared commanded. His tone expectant. Emmet and Valerie both shook their head, before joining Jared in scanning the crowds.

"Oh! Those stupid stupid poopy brains! Where are they!?" Valerie exclaimed after not being able to find them either. Frustrated at how they had dared to make Jared wait and risk their appearance as a mini pack.

"Don't be too quick to get angry Valerie. I'm sure they have a reason" Jared warningly spoke. Valerie scowled but none the less kept her silence beside Emmet.

"I found Bloom" Emmet answered nodding his head in the direction he spotted the two.

Turning, Jared felt something in his chest unfurl and his wolf became more at ease. Talia was okay, looking alright and Michael was with her. She was walking alongside with Samson with Bloom blabbering away like always. Jared almost smiled until he caught sight of Talia's hand holding Michael's. Something in him grew heavy and his mouth tasted weird. He found himself glaring at the connected hands. His wolf prickling with dislike and the voice in his head sneering at the sight.

"Hey I found them!" Michael cheered as he pointed Jared, Valerie and Emmet out. As the honey brown eyed blond waved cheerfully, Jared fixed the frown on his face. Doing his best to hide his dislike. 'An Alpha keeps their true feelings hidden' Grandpa had said.

"Just where were you two!? Did you even finish the story? You made Jared search for you" Valerie scowled with a glare directed at the two. Jared however ignored Michael, instead eyeing Talia and checking her over just in case.

"Sorry Jared. We just got very excited about the story" Talia apologised with a meek head bow in apology. Jared felt his cheeks grow pink and he quickly opened his mouth to reassure her, when his nose caught the scent of salty tears.

"You were crying!" Jared accused with incredulous exclaim.

"Now, now Jared. It was nothing bad. I suppose it was my fault, I should have checked the pictures in some of the books Michael and Talia were looking through. A few were a little too frightful" Samson waved off.

"I bet you were crying like a baby" Emmet taunted at Michael.

"GO away Emmet" Michael growled with a glaring pout

"Or what is the baby going to cry again" Emmet

Before Michael could say something back, the pups all heard Teacher Jones, ushering them back to the bus.

Samson said his goodbye's, waving off Valerie and Emmet as the two raced to get seats. Michael loitered a bit behind them, babbling away to Jared and distracting him from Talia and Samson.

"Goodbye…Samson" Talia whispered an unspoken change in the meaning of her words that Samson understood.

"Goodbye…. Talia, May our next meeting be soon" Samson responded. His eyes glazed with promise and a shine of joy.

Talia gave Samson a smile of reassurance before turning and chasing after Michael who was waving eagerly from his place near the exit. As Samson watched them leave….. His eyes slowly gave way to a fierce and prowling gleam. One of an agitated predator preparing, and waiting for its moment to strike. He made his way back to his hotel and began to ready his plans.

He was going to get his son. He was going to finish the war Benjamin Delco had declared against him. He was going to win. For her, for his granddaughter's freedom and his son's life.

He was going to show Benjamin Delco why a Hale should be feared.

It was late in the evening when a knock on his hotel room echoed out. Narrowing his eyes and readying himself just in case….. Samson reached to open it. Within a split second he had the figure inside and pressed up against the door threateningly. His claws sharp at the base of their throat and his fangs protruding menacingly. His once Alpha red eyes glowing a vicious golden yellow.

"Please….. Please….. Hear me out" The woman whimpered, her eyes glittering with unshed tears and her scent filled with fear.

"Who are you? Speak and state your reason's for following me" Samson growled

"I wish to help. I only wish to help you! I know who you are Alpha Hale. It is only because of me your presence has been unnoticed by the others. Please" The woman begged her heart racing and her own golden yellow wolf eyes glowing pleadingly.

"Teacher Jones….." Samson named recalling the woman from the Library.

"Please, I only wish to help you" she repeated.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Samson growled denying it and his heart showing no lies.

"I knew you would come for him. The rumours of your love for Thomas were no lies. I know you are going to fight for him and his daughter's freedom. And to do so you will need to kill Alpha Delco. I only wish to offer my assistance" She explained as Samson slowly eased his claws away from the skin of her throat.

"You would betray your Alpha" Samson growled staring at the woman before him intently.

"I would betray a monster. He is no Alpha of mine and his rule must end." Teacher Jones whispered firmly. Samson took a step back and studied her intently seeking out any deception in her words or actions. Yet the woman appeared to be nothing but honest. Noticing his study, Teacher Jones clenched her fists and lifted her head high.

"I will not let my fear of that monster restrain me no longer. I will not see any more children be moulded into soldiers for his use. I will NOT stand by as he tortures a good man like Thomas Hale, or carve and scar his marks onto Mallory and Isabella's psyches. I will no longer be a fool" She passionately declared.

Samson couldn't help but be amused slightly at the woman before him. Her determined declaration and passionate speech telling him plenty of how her life under Benjamin Delco's rule must have been. It was clear that Benjamin Delco had made a mistake in his ways of ruling. He had forgotten that with soldiers comes their will. Should they be used for all they have, cornered with no other way of defence…. Their will would be the only aid needed to survive. Pure, determination and stubborn desperation, clinging to the simple hope they have left….. Their will to be free.

Samson Hale slowly began to smirk, his lips up turning in languid amusement. He wondered how Benjamin Delco had yet to see….. That it was his own actions that would bring about his downfall.

The phone began to ring but neither Teacher Jones nor Samson bothered to answer it. The two diving straight into discussions on what could be done on their infiltration.

Back in Beacon Hills….. Cordelia gnawed at her lips as her gut churned. Warning her that something big was about to occur, whether it would be good or not was questionable.


Alright there you have it.

Let me know what you think. If you still like this story or not. Part 2 will be up as soon I can finish it, I'm only 2/4 in on it but yeah... I'll try to be quick.

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I'm curious though... Who do you prefer out of Jared and Michael?

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