A/N: Before you start with telling me I uploaded a new story, let me start by saying this is an idea that has been floating around in my head. I have an outline for it, 23 chapters, and I am just curious to find out if people are interested in this type of story. I don't tend to write within the paranormal world outside of Buffy, and there's no wolf shifters in it. So please let me know what you think and if enough people want me to continue with it then I will.

Summary: Being on Bravo was a dream come true for Clay. Only it wasn't a dream that would be easy to keep. Being the only white wolf in the world meant he had to keep who he was a secret. Not only that, he was one of five apex wolves within the world, giving him the ability to change fully into wolf form. If that wasn't hard enough to hide, he was an omega, something that was forbidden to be in the Tier One Teams. If the military discovered he was not only the most legendary of wolves, but an omega, he would be locked up and forced to breed an army of wolves.

Clay's world is about to all come crashing down when Jason Hayes discovers exactly who he is. But instead of turning him in, Jason and Bravo risk their lives and their careers to protect Clay's secrets. When threats from wolf hunters start to roll in and dead omegas appear within Virginia Beach, it is up to Bravo and Alpha to keep Clay safe and to eliminate the threat against him. Clay has to deal with his insecurities about being worthless and weak. He has to deal with the trauma of being abandoned by his own pack at a young age. Can Clay learn that Bravo is his pack? Can Clay learn that they are his brothers and don't care if he's an alpha or an omega?

The journey to finally having a pack of his own is one that is filled with many bumps along the way. But if Clay is able to make it through, he might find not only a pack of his own, but his true mate. Jason isn't about to lose Clay, not when he had finally found his true mate. But getting Clay to accept his love was going to be the hardest operation Jason had ever been on. But it was one he was not going to be failing. Loving Clay, protecting Clay would not end in total mission failure. Not if Bravo had anything to do about it.

Chapter 1

In a world where humans and wolf shifters live amongst each other in harmony. A world where there were different wolf packs all over the world, five to be exact. At the top of the chain was the black wolf pack. These wolves were considered to be top alphas. Strong, fast, demanding and loves to be in control. The black wolf pack tended to be violent and have careers that allowed them to express their dominance and thirst for blood. A lot of them were hitmen, enforcers for criminal organization, however, a few were within the military. Jason Hayes belonged to the black wolf pack; however, he had been able to control his need for violence and had put that drive into protecting the people he called family. He didn't grow up around many within the pack. Most of his blood relatives were either dead or living in another country. Not growing up within that environment, surrounded by dominating and violence alphas was one of the reasons why Jason was able to control his wolf inside of him.

The next on the chain was the brown pack. They were wolves that were strong, but very protective of their family. Their whole life's purpose was to find their mate and have pups. The women and omegas within the pack were very caring and often worked as doctors and nurses. They wanted to help people, to heal them. Ray Perry was currently the alpha of the brown pack and it was an honor and title he wore with pride. He always made sure to be the best alpha he could to his packmates. They were spread out all over the world, but he was always willing to stay in contact with them and help in any way that he could.

The red pack was the third strongest and fourth most common within the world. With only a handful of red wolves left within the world they were rare and hard to come by. A red wolf tended to be more muscular than the rest. They were the fighters, the ones that would defend their pack to their dying breath. They tended to work in labour intensive careers; construction, lumberjack, ranches, and the military. Sonny Quinn was one of thirty red wolves and he loved working for the Navy. He loved being able to fight for his country and the innocent people within the world. He was always happy to kick down a door or able to blow something up. He was all heart and passion and it showed with his love for his career and his team.

The third most common wolf pack and the weakest in terms of wolf hierarchy was the grey pack. These wolves tended to only have a few alphas born within it. Most were either betas or deltas. The ones that were perfect for supporting roles. They tended to be easy going and got along easily with everyone. They respected the chain of command and always respected their alpha. Trent Sawyer and Brock Reynolds were both grey wolves and the very definition of easy going. Trent was a medic and did everything he could to heal and protect others. To give them the best chance of still living. Brock was a k9 handler and easily bonded with other dogs. There was a level of mutual respect and understanding and that level of connection made him one of the best k9 handlers.

The very last wolf pack within the world is one that no longer existed. The legendary white wolf pack. Legends have it that in the beginning the white and the black packs were pack mates. They were unstoppable together. Both of them incredibly powerful physically and mentally. The white pack produced more intelligent wolves then the black pack. The white wolves tended to be strategic geniuses and often accomplished a great deal. Their names went down in history and to this day cause pride within a wolf at just hearing their names. Legend has it, a rift tore their friendship apart when an omega white wolf got pregnant by a beta black wolf. That white wolf had been promised to an alpha within the white pack and everyone within both packs knew it. The omega and beta ran away and had three pups nine months later. That created the grey wolf pack and from that day on the white and black packs were mortal enemies.

That was close to three hundred years ago and as time went on wolf shifters started to lose their connection to their wolf inside of them. Fewer and fewer were able to tape into their wolf to shift. Over the next two centuries wolf shifters all but stopped shifting. They could still feel their wolf, could still rely on their instincts and traits, but they could no longer become their wolf in true wolf form. No one knows why the change happened. Scientists believe that the human traits within a wolf shifter started to become more dominant making their human DNA more prominent over their wolf. There were rumors, whispers, that there were a few wolf shifters out there that could change into wolf form. They were known as apex wolves. Wolf shifters with the ability to be fully connected to their inner wolf. What made them so different, no one knows. Scientists speculate that it depends on their parents and how strong the bloodline is for them to be able to shift. Some believe it all depends on how strong the connection is with their wolf. Those that have gone through horrific trauma as a child, trauma so extreme that they took comfort in the wolf within them and it fed the connection, making it stronger. The problem was, apex wolves were so rare and so hard to find, that no one had actually met one and if you did, they never told you.

Even though the humans and the wolves got along, they didn't live in peace. There were wolf hunters within the world. They went out to eliminate any wolf that they could come across. They were constantly looking for alphas and were always on the hunt for an apex wolf. To be the hunter that eliminated someone so rare, it would give them the highest level of prestige amoung their group. There was also the black market for the trophy. The head of an apex wolf could go for millions. Even more if you were able to capture one alive. The threat against an apex wolf was a hundred times higher than a normal wolf, and the result was the few within the world going into hiding.

The military employed both humans and wolves, they all worked alongside each other and tended to do very well. Within the Navy there was a DEVGRU division made up of all wolves. Special operators that could handle the level of danger and physical aspect of the job. The best Tier One team was Bravo, led by Jason Hayes followed by Ray Perry, Sonny Quinn, Trent Sawyer and Brock Reynolds. They were the best of the best and everyone wanted to be on their team. It had been a week since Bravo got their newest member, their rookie, a twenty-four year old alpha black wolf, Clay Spenser. Clay was someone that Jason still wasn't sure about. Not only did he come from Ash Spenser, a PNG and very volatile black wolf, but he was young. He was the youngest in DEVGRU and that brought their own problems. Young alpha wolves tended to be aggressive, stubborn, rude and didn't like to listen to anyone, especially another alpha. There was a limit that a team could have when it came to alphas. Jason was one, same as Ray and Sonny, that was three already, the last thing they needed was another alpha. Thankfully, both Ray and Sonny came from packs that were fairly easy going. They preferred to make sure their pack was safe and they were still loyal to the head alpha. Brock and Trent were betas so they were very easy going and could go along to get along. Clay was not only a young black wolf, but he was an alpha, giving them four, it was a potential disaster.

Over the past week things had been going well. Clay was able to listen and follow directions, he was also very smart. Something that was pretty uncommon for a black wolf. Jason didn't think they were all stupid, but they didn't have a mind like Clay. The kid could see the matrix, it was like he could see through the world. A high IQ, like Jason suspected that Clay had, was non-existent within the black wolf pack. Jason was smart, he could think outside of the box, but he couldn't tell you five words in spanish. Clay had ten languages in his head, plus he could do complex math in his head to make insane shots. He was a better sniper than Ray, who had ten years on him. The skills Clay had were too good for Jason to ultimately pass up and if he had to pick someone to take over Bravo one day in the distant future, giving that title over to another black wolf made sense.

It was a Sunday morning when Clay walked into the woods of the False Cape State Park. It was long and surrounded by water on both sides. It was all forests and beaches, making it perfect to Clay. He could enjoy the water, but also the freedom that the woods gave him. There tended to be locals and tourists within the area, but he knew what areas he could go and what ones he couldn't to be kept hidden. Clay made his way further into the forest and once he was deep enough he stripped off his clothes and left them underneath a tree. Clay then closed his eyes and a second later he felt his bones breaking and reforming. It sounded horribly painful, but to Clay it stopped hurting a long time ago. After a moment no longer did a man stand there, but a wolf. Clay shook his fur before he took off at a run. He loved this feeling. The way the grass felt against his paws. The way the wind felt going through his fur, it was serine. He loved this, he loved being in wolf form and every chance he got, he was in it. His senses were heightened, they were always, but in wolf form he could actually see the smells in colors. He could easily track one anywhere. Being an apex wolf gave him a lot of advantages over the others. His eyesight was remarkable, it's what helped him to be able to make further shots at work. It was also his mind, but he could see more clearly, so that gave him a better view of his target and area. He had a higher pain tolerance and he healed faster in wolf form then in human. He had kept being an apex wolf a secret since he discovered he was one when he was fourteen. He knew how dangerous it could be if anyone were to find out. If word got out, he would have not only the hunters after him, but there was no telling what the military would do. For him it was even more dangerous. Everyone believed he was an alpha from the black pack, when in reality, he was an omega from the white pack. He was the last known white wolf within the world. That made him rare, legendary, but what made it even more appealing, was him being an omega. They could try to breed him to produce more white wolves. Clay had been keeping it a secret that he was an omega since he was ten. He had forced his mind to not be controlled by an alpha. To be able to ignore the demand of an alpha and anyone else that wasn't an omega. It took a lot of hard work, but he had it mastered by the time he was sixteen. When he moved back to the states from Africa, Clay had made sure he had two black bracelets that he never takes off in human form to give off an alpha scent. He didn't need anyone to know that he was an omega and his scent could give it away.

Being an omega was not easy, especially in his line of work. Omegas were not allowed to be special operators, they were mostly kept to office work. They were considered weaker than the rest of the wolves. Not as strong physically, weak emotionally and mentally. They were to be used to breed and to take care of the children. They were the bitches in the hierarchy and as a result, they were often treated like ones. Clay had seen more than his fair share of omegas being abused, raped, and forced into a mating. Clay had been abused horribly as a child, but he did have one thing he still held onto this very day, his virginity. All too often he was forced to watch as an omega was held down during their heat and an alpha forced a mating onto them. Only for that alpha to not care that he was supposed to take care of his mate. He just forced his new mate to sleep with others and was their punching bag. Clay wanted nothing to do with having a mate. He never wanted to be put into that position where someone could have complete control over him. The best way he could prevent anything like that from happening to him was to never have sex.

He had been able to be in heat since he was fourteen, the first time was easy. He ran away from the orphanage that night before anyone would be able to smell it. Clay didn't really understand what the big deal was. He had been told by the other omegas within the orphanage that being in heat made you crave sex. Your body screamed for it, but Clay never had that, at least not at first. Clay didn't know if maybe being an apex made him different in that regard, but for the first six years, every time he went into heat each month it was easy to handle. He would wear a butt plug to keep any of his slick inside and his bracelets covered up the scent. Within the past four years though, Clay had noticed the need to have sex was getting stronger. His body was craving it, calling out for it. Each heat got stronger and now the only way Clay got through it was to keep himself busy, working out endlessly and then at his home, he had a healthy variety of sex toys, including a fucking machine. It seemed extreme, he knows, but if it got him through without being mated, he was willing to do it.

Clay had been able to keep his secret completely hidden, even when he was on Team Three. Clay had wanted to be in DEVGRU, but he was a little worried that he would get found out. Everyone told him that DEVGRU teams were different. They weren't just a team, but a family. You spent a lot of time with the guys in your team, you got to know their families, friends, everything about each other. Clay wasn't used to that at all. He had been abandoned in Africa when he was just five by Ash, left at an orphanage after his mother was killed by a hunter. A hunter Clay suspected that Ash had sent her way. He went from one orphanage to the next over the next nine years and then he spent the next four years living in the woods hiding. Clay didn't have a pack. He didn't grow up with one, he didn't get included into one. Even in boot camp, buds, Team Three and Green Team, he didn't have a pack of his own. He was an outcast. He didn't know how to be friends with someone. He didn't know what it felt like to pick up a phone and have someone to call that would actually be there for you. The concept of a family was completely foreign to him.

Clay was torn when it came to Bravo. Yes, they were the top Tier One team and it was an honor to be on them. To have the chance to learn from Jason Hayes was a dream come true for Clay. But they were also the closest Tier One team. They all believed in not having secrets within the family. You were supposed to tell your brothers everything and that was something Clay couldn't do. They had been asking him over the past week about his childhood, trying to get him to go out to the bar. He always avoided the conversations; made it seem like he had something to do so he didn't go out. Clay kept walls up around him, always. He didn't let people get close, because he was not only keeping the secret of him being an omega, but also the last white wolf in the world plus being an apex. He was a walking unicorn that would have the biggest target on his back if word got out. Clay couldn't talk about himself. He couldn't talk about growing up and what it was like to be in an orphanage, because they wouldn't understand. To them, being in an orphanage as an alpha should be nothing. They wouldn't understand what it felt like to be terrified every second of the day. What it felt like to be beaten by your own father, abandoned by your own pack leader. How it felt to listen to the screams and watch as omega after omega were being raped. Clay couldn't tell them, because they would never understand and they would only think of him as weak, worthless.

He often felt weak and worthless. He often felt like he was never going to be good enough. If his own father didn't want him, then what chance did he have of anyone wanting him. He was always going to be a lone wolf. He was always going to have to be the strong one and take on the world all alone. It was hard though, it was lonely and down right debilitating at times. There were so many nights Clay wished someone else could handle things. That there was someone else that could for a little while take the weight off his shoulders. Someone that would hold him and tell him it would be ok. Clay had never had comfort in his life, he didn't even know what that felt like. He didn't know what it felt like to have a pack standing behind, there ready to defend you. What scared Clay was his desire to know what that felt like. To know what it felt like to be protected, but he knew he would never have that. If he was protected, it would be because he was an omega and people felt like he couldn't protect himself. What he had accomplished wouldn't matter, all anyone would see was another weak omega standing there.

Clay pushed all of those thoughts out of his mind. He wasn't here to think, he was here to be himself. To feel free and embrace exactly who he is. He loved how it felt to be in wolf form and he would often do it as often as he could. Even in his own place, he would be in wolf form to relax at night. His wolf was the only friend he had, the only companion and comfort he had. Clay knew he could face this world as long as he had his wolf with him. Clay had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't pay close enough attention. One second he was alone and the very next he was stopping dead as none other than Jason Hayes was standing right there. The man was clearly shocked, not expecting to see a wolf, much less a white one. He had a fishing pole in his hand and was clearly walking back to his truck. Clay had ran too far out towards the beach area. Clay couldn't hold Jason's shock against him. It wasn't every day you saw a wolf within the forest here, much less a pure white wolf with sky blue eyes. Clay mentally swore before he quickly turned and ran off. Clay had no idea if Jason would follow him, but he wasn't too worried about that. Jason was fast, but Clay was faster in human and wolf form. Clay couldn't believe this happened. This was never supposed to happen and now Clay had no idea what Jason would do. He obviously wouldn't know it was him, so he would have to play it cool if Jason said anything. And he would say something. White wolves did not exist in the world, there was no way Jason wasn't going to tell the guys about it tomorrow morning. All Clay could do was try and play it off and not really give them anything to fuel their fire. The last thing he needed was Jason going on the hunt for answers. The man was relentless with his need to know answers. Clay was just hoping he would forget about what he saw soon and his secret would be safe.

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Jason walked into Bravo's cage room the next morning buzzing. He still couldn't believe that he had seen a white wolf yesterday. It was unreal and the guys were going to be pissed and jealous that they missed it. As excited as Jason was about it, he was also curious. White wolves were supposed to be extinct, so then where did this wolf come from? Jason didn't know, but he was sure as shit going to find out. He was not going to have a white wolf within his area and not get to the bottom of it. Jason saw that everyone was here, minus their rookie, and he was instantly speaking.

"You would not believe what I saw yesterday while fishing in False Cape." Jason headed over to his cage as Sonny answered.

"The hottest set of lesbian twins. Oh please tell me they were topless."

Ray rolled his eyes to that. Leave it to Sonny to always be horny. The guys were certain that he would never settle down and he definitely wasn't going to be anytime soon if he spent all of his free time at the Boom Boom room.

"I saw a white wolf." Jason said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe of his cage.

"Impossible. They don't exist man." Ray was instantly saying, blowing it off completely.

"I was walking back to my truck when I heard something running. I looked over and there it was, a pure white wolf with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He wasn't even twenty feet from me."

"He?" Brock asked.

"Smelt male."

"And yet here you live to tell about it." Sonny said skeptically.

"Also didn't smell like an alpha. That wolf was an omega, ran away after a moment of me seeing it. The point is, I saw it."

"Saw what?" Clay asked, as he walked in eating a burger.

"What the hell are you eating?" Sonny asked, as Clay went over to his cage.

"Bacon double cheeseburger with double bacon."

"It's nine in the morning." Trent commented.

"It's got bacon on it." Clay said with a shrug.

"Where the hell did you even go to find a place that would make that this early?" Ray asked, confused. To him that was way too much food for this early in the morning.

"I have my sources." Clay said with a smirk as Cerb came running into his cage.

"Well, now we know why Cerb loves you so much. You smell like meat all day long. You know that's not healthy enough for breakfast right? In the week you have been here all I've seen you eat is bread and meat. You need fresh fruit and vegetables to keep your body healthy Spense." Trent lectured.

Clay ate a lot of meat, but his body needed the meat. It was one of the catches with being an apex, his wolf could only tolerate meat and carbs. He ate potatoes or sweet potatoes, but that was pretty much the extent of vegetables. As for fruit, he tended to stick with berries, anything else didn't really agree with him. Clay knew though it was weird for people, as their human DNA made it so they needed all four food groups to survive. He didn't like dairy, it did not agree with him either. He had it in his file that he was lactose intolerant to help stop questions as to why he couldn't eat dairy.

"I eat other things. I run a lot so I need a high protein diet." Clay said, before he turned his attention to Jason. He didn't want to talk about a white wolf, but he also needed the attention off of his diet. "What did you see?"

"You will appreciate this, I saw a white wolf."

Jason might not like Clay all that much, but his mind was very useful and Clay was always interested in learning things. Clay was the one person that would appreciate the amazingness of this.

"Like in a book?" Clay asked, confused. The question caused the guys to laugh at that.

"No, not in a book. In front of me. I was fishing on False Cape and it was within twenty feet of me. A pure white wolf."

Jason was getting a little annoyed that no one seemed to believe him. That no one seemed to appreciate how amazing this was. There was a white wolf out there, quite possibly the last one alive, and it seemed like he was the only one that cared.

"I just don't see how that is possible brother. To begin with white wolves were from the north, that were arctic wolves. One wouldn't have a reason to be in Virginia Beach." Ray commented.

"And that is before you factor in white wolves being extinct. There are none in the wild. The last white wolf was killed nineteen years ago by hunters and then sold on the black market. In order for you to see a white wolf, it had to be a natural wild one or an apex. Which I don't have to tell you, would make that so rare and impossible. We have a better chance of finding a unicorn. There has to be another explanation." Trent said.

White wolves just simply didn't exist. They were all hunted down and eliminated from the world. It was sad, but it was a fact, the odds of Jason seeing a true white wolf were astronomical.

"And what would that be? I was standing there, I saw him with my own eyes. I wasn't hallucinating and it wasn't some toy. It was a real wolf. I don't know why he would be down here, but maybe they aren't extinct. Maybe there are still a few wild wolves out there." Jason countered.

"Ok even if there is, there's nothing you can do about it. It's not like the wolf can talk. Maybe it was in a zoo somewhere and escaped. Who knows, but there's nothing you can do about it." Clay said.

Clay wasn't liking how Jason was going about all of this. He was acting as if this wolf could talk, as if he knew that it was an apex, when statistically it would be a lot more likely that it was a wild wolf. Yet, Jason had that look in his eyes like he was going to start looking for this wolf.

"I don't know, he just didn't feel like the other wolves I've come across." Jason admitted.

He had no idea what it was, but there was something there. The wolf felt differently. He had been around wild wolves before, he had seen his fair share of them. Yet, this wolf didn't feel like any of them. It felt powerful, which was odd for an omega wolf. It also smelt differently, not a typical omega wolf smell. Wild wolves always smelt like the woods, but this wolf had city scents to him as well. Jason could have also sworn he saw recognition within the wolf's eyes as well. It was only for a moment before the wolf ran off, but Jason could have sworn he saw something in them. He knew it made no sense. Trent was right, the odds of a white wolf was unrealistic to begin with, but for him to be an apex, it was completely impossible. Jason had a better chance of finding a two headed unicorn then an apex white wolf. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling like he had.

"Maybe it was lab created." Sonny suggested.

"What?" Ray asked, confused.

"It's not that out there. Scientists have been looking to clone extinct animals for years now. We all know that there are humans who have made it their life's purpose to turn wolves back into an apex just to have an army. They keep wild wolves locked up in cages to try and create the ultimate weapon. It's not much of a stretch to consider the possibility that there's a scientist out there looking to bring the arctic wolf back." Sonny explained.

"That actually isn't that crazy. I don't know about locally, but more and more scientists are looking to recreate the apex wolf. They have kidnapped people to try and bring out their wolf DNA over their human DNA. They have also captured wild wolves to try and add human DNA into their own DNA strand. Nothing has worked so far, but the concept of cloning a white wolf is possible. All they would need was DNA from a white wolf." Trent said.

"I don't know, that sounds like a lot of science fiction." Ray commented.

"All science starts as science fiction, until someone comes along and proves otherwise." Clay said, as he tossed his garbage out. "You know maybe you're overthinking things. I knew this guy who had a black lab that gave birth to eight puppies. Seven of them were black labs with black eyes, but the eighth was as white as snow with blue eyes. The vet said it was an albino, a genetic flaw. Maybe you saw a brown or black wolf, but just an albino one."

That would be a much simpler explanation for everyone to accept then some clone wolf running around. Clay just needed them, specifically Jason, to lose interest and go about their lives. He knew that given enough time, Jason would have forgotten all about it and went back to focusing on the missions.

"See, a logical explanation. Thank-you Spenser." Ray said, perfectly happy with that answer.

"It is possible. Still, it would have been a sight to see. But it's most likely an albino wolf." Trent added.

"Wouldn't it's eyes be red?" Brock asked.

"Not necessarily. Just lighter than what color they should have been." Trent answered.

"Look, it's the perfect explanation, I say we accept it and move on." Ray said, as he started to grab his gear so they could get to the training house.

"Alright, grab your gear. We got a new pup to still break in." Jason ordered.

Clay couldn't stop his eyes from rolling at that. The guys, especially Jason, liked to call him a pup because he was easily ten years younger than them. It drove him crazy because despite his age, he had accomplished something that most never could twice his age. He didn't appreciate his age being used against him and it seemed like that was always happening to him. If it wasn't his age, it was Ash. Thankfully, the conversation about the white wolf seemed to have been settled and Clay was hoping that meant it would be finished. It would be one less thing for him to be on edge over. He was already on edge, because he had started his heat for this month and it would be the first time he was in heat around the guys. He was really hoping that no one noticed the very faint scent under his alpha scented bracelets. Plus, that he wouldn't have to be naked around them, because if he was, there was no guarantee they wouldn't see the plug. The uncertainty of it all was putting him on edge and he just needed to get through this next week without any problems.

A/N: Ok so please let me know what you think. I need honest reviews of if I should be continuing with this story or if you have zero interest in it. I don't tend to do these types of stories so I would love some feedback. It would be greatly appreciated!