UPDATE!

WHOOP! This one is from Talia's pov so enjoy as you please. I dwell a bit in Pack history some made up some actually researched. If you have any objections about how this is going just let me know :)

ENJOY X


A chestnut haired man laughed as he twirled the little girl, no older than 7 around. The two were playing outside on the front yard whilst a blonde haired women watched them with amusement from the porch. The little girl's happy laughter echoed throughout the yard. They were a picture perfect family. With a garbled yell of surprise the man and child fell backwards onto the green grass and giggled care freely at their clumsiness.

With a breathless gasp the little girl slowly calmed and stared up at the sky. The two lay side by side together and basked in their happiness.

"Dad"

"Hm..."

"Do we have to go back? Can't we stay here longer?"

"Emily you know we can't. I have a meeting and your Mom has a case"

Vincent West turned on his side and looked at his daughter with apologetic blue eyes. Emily continued to gaze up at the sky, not wanting to see the 'apology' in her Dads eyes because she knew before she had even asked what the answer would be. Vincent sighed and knew that he should say something. Taking a moment Vincent found the words he wanted to impart to his daughter in hopes it would help her understand.

"When I was around your age, I used to cry and sulk every time my parents would have to leave for work. Then one day my mother had taught me something I grew up to never forget."

Seeing the curious glint in his daughter's eyes he smiled at how much she looked like her mother in that moment. The same blonde locks splayed around her like a halo and grey eyes reminiscent of a stormy sky.

"She sat me down and said to me 'Vinny do you know why Papa and I go to work every day?' I didn't know so I shook my head. Then she took my face and cradled it with her gentle hands. 'We work hard so we can provide for you- to give you toys, food and so you can go to school. We work hard so you can survive- to make sure we can keep you healthy and happy. We work hard so you can succeed- To see you be independent and strong enough to care for yourself and when you have your own family. We do all this because we love you and we want to protect you as much as we can.'"

Emily stared up at her Dad and saw how serious he was in that moment. With earnest eyes Vincent cradled his daughters face and hoped that the 7 year old understood what he was trying to say.

"Mummy and Daddy work hard so you can have the best"

Emily smiled at the warmth she felt blooming within her. Scooting closer to cuddle her father she smiled.

"I love you daddy"

Vincent smiled and clutched his daughter tighter "I love you too Emily, and no matter what I will always want to protect you"


Talia's Pov

As children we're taught that nothing matters more than being able to provide, to survive and to be the best that we can so we could get the most out of life. Only that wasn't all we are taught. We are taught to treasure what we love, to protect it with all we have.

It wasn't hard to know that the copper smells that invaded our home every Friday was most prominent always from the guest room downstairs. All I really did was follow my nose, trailing the scent of copper. I didn't worry about getting caught by my mother knowing that the shower would dull her senses. It meant that I had time to find out just why the guest room was off limits to me on Friday's. What I saw though was not what I was expecting to see.

I remembered the time Miranda had a case. A case that involved a child witnessing the murder of his family. It was one of the bigger cases my Miranda had successfully won. I remembered seeing the poor boy who had discovered the broken and bleeding bodies of his parents. His empty eyes had haunted me in my dreams for 4 days, the entire duration of the investigation. I never wanted to know what that feeling would feel like. In this life the fates had other plans for me.

Thomas Delco, my father, was admittedly my hero. My idol, someone I respected and aspired to be like. If my mother was a goddess like warrior than my father was reminiscent of the ocean. They were my pillars of strength, protecting me from the evil advances of reality. To witness one of my pillars so crushed and wounded was ground shaking.

The room stank of blood, of rusted copper, choking and filling my senses. It was a guest room but instead it smelt like a hospital, of medical ointments and creams. My eyes only darted round the room once and quickly before they came to settle on the prone and unconscious form on the bed. It was unmistakable, who the person was on the bed. Underneath all the smells in the room was peppermint. It took me only a second to make my way to the chair that was beside the bed. To clamber onto it quickly despite the size of my form and to stare at my idol.

He was so still and for a second the childish part of me had labelled him dead. Only the thumping sound resounding from his chest and the weak gasps of oxygen reassured me otherwise. As Emily I had never had an idol, someone I thought to be invincible. I didn't have someone I thought unbreakable, so to see my father, the man I entrusted could, so broken was heart shattering.

The loving smile that never left his face was gone, the bright light in his eyes hidden behind closed lids. Reaching out to touch him, from my fingertips I could feel the faint tremors that racked through his body and I whimpered.

If I had been an average 4 year old, I would cry and whimper and that would be all. If I had been a simple child the sight before me could have led to me despising my hero for showing weakness, maybe I would try to forget what I was seeing and fool myself with false belief. I wouldn't have accepted the sight that greeted me.

I wasn't a real 4 year old child though. So instead of simply crying by my Father's side and writing of this discovery as 'Daddy sleeping' I grew angry. I grew resentful and could feel my anger eating up within me at whoever dared hurt my father. My mind raced and all the pieces fit together, my brain coming to the most obvious and logical deduction.

The way my family was treated and sneered at, the whispers of 'Omega's spawn', the public shoving and veiled insults. Every pup knew that the Alpha was the highest and strongest in the pack. We were taught and influenced to treat the Alpha with respect and loyalty because he protects us and makes us strong. Just as we are taught that the Omega's make us weak. Omegas are the weakest in the pack and the burden.

At the approaching footsteps I didn't bother to turn and look, already knowing who it was.

"Daddy is the omega of the pack isn't he"

I wasn't asking and I knew she knew. I was merely stating what I had discovered. The words leaving my lips and increasing the sharp cold feeling building within my chest.

"You're an Omega too"

My grip on my father's arm tightened. Omegas were treated like the scrap from waste bins, used as punching bags. Inhaling deliberately and once more having my senses flooded with the smell of copper, blood from my father overwhelming his peppermint scent. I crawled from my seat and leaned forward to kiss my father on the forehead to show comfort, to help ease the pain.

Lowly and deeply my wolf growled, we were nothing but a pup but we hated what we saw. Father was pack, our pillar of strength and they had hurt them. Father is the strongest. Flashes of the men of the pack shoving him at the park, flashes of the women gossiping about my mother, Flashes of the sneers they thought I didn't see.

'Omegas spawn' they called me.

They thought us weak….

"We are not weak"

As one my wolf and I rumbled and snarled at what the 'pack' had done to our father. They had hurt him, they talked down on our mother, treated my parents like rubbish. The coldness that was growing in my chest grew greater and my eyes burned fiercely. As mother approached my eyes did not move from her face where she wore a proud smirk. Like the goddess she was, she approached us with a predatory like grace. She was responding to me preening and cooing at what she saw within me and it was then I knew I had her blessings. My mother was just as angry and eager to prove our worth as I. They had scorned her and you know how the saying goes…. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

As we curled around my father's healing form, my thoughts continued to churn. In this life I would not be setting out to play by their expectations. My earlier decision on keeping a low profile, on continuing to act like the child my physical body was, swiftly discarded. This 'pack' would learn, would see what strength an 'omegas spawn' possessed. They would regret the day they had treated my parent's. They would learn to respect them, respect us, or else they can live in fear of me. They had harmed what I treasured and no mercy would be shone to those who shall pay.


When I woke the next morning it was in my own bed. The whole thing could have been shrugged off as a dream only I knew it wasn't from the lingering smell of copper on the tips of my fingers. I wasted no time, shrugging of my blankets and rushing towards the kitchen with Vira in my pudgy little hands. The time of day held no relevance to me I just needed to be by my father's side, needed to be with him to ease the worry that ached within me.

If dying has successfully taught me anything, it was that I was quite a possessive person. What I loved and treasured would always be just that. MINE to love and MINE to treasure. I accepted that I was Talia hence this was MY life. These were MY parent's and nobody hurt what was MINE.

"Good morning sweetie"

I halted at the kitchen doorway and quickly scanned my Father up and down. He looked to be fine and the smell of copper no longer gripped him like a second limb. He was smiling relaxed and happily from his seat at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee. He was so brightly smiling that the memory of his prone figure felt more like something my childish mind had conjured. But I wasn't a child so I knew what was real.

"DADDY!" I squealed and rushed towards his already waiting arms. Greedily inhaling his peppermint scent mixing in with the tantalizing scent of fresh coffee which made my eyes water on their own. I buried my face further into the crook of his neck and scented him fiercely, ensuring that the smell of copper was nowhere on his person. His chuckling jostled me but warmed me immensely. Rubbing at my back with his hand he leaned back and kissed me on the cheek nuzzling me back.

"Was I that missed last night" He teased.

I lowered my head and muffled my response into his shirt.

"You didn't read me a story last night..."

"I know sweetie and I promise you I'll make it up to you" he softly answered carding his fingers through my dark ebony locks.

"Anything I want..." I whispered softly, removing face away from his neck in order to peer into his forest green eyes. My eyes traced over every line and dip on his face memorizing it as best I could. The sharpness of his nose, his strong jawline and his almond shaped eyes.

"Anything" He repeated.

Looking him straight in the eye I tried my best to make him understand. What I saw last night should never happen again. Not to him. I couldn't even begin to imagine just how I would've have taken it if mentally I had actually been a 4 year old child. The image of the little boy who saw his parent's murder flashed through my head before I forcefully pushed it out.

"Don't leave me…."

Don't let me see you so broken.

Don't say goodbye.

Don't stop me from helping

Don't lie to me.

Don't hide your pain.

Don't suffer alone.

Don't forget that I love you too.

Arms circled around both my father and I and pulled us into a tight embrace. The warmth and sweet smell of chocolate meshed together with my strawberry scent and father's peppermint. Squished between my parents I ignored the wet drops on my arm and the salty taint of my father's scent. This was my pack. Just the three of us. There was no Alpha, No Omega's. The only bond we shared was that of blood, tears and love. This was what I would protect.

"Of course I won't Talia. I would never. Your mother and you are my world. You are my family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten" My father continued to clutch to both my mother and I. It was how we were for several minutes before I ruined it by giggling.

My father just quoted Lilo and Stich…. And such words have never been truer than in this moment.


*Talia Age: 5*

"The Alpha werewolves are typically the leaders of a werewolf pack and are more powerful than all other werewolves. An Alpha werewolf needs a minimum of three Beta werewolves to form a basic pack. Due to a symbiotic relationship between pack members, the larger or more powerful the pack is, the greater an Alpha werewolf's strength, speed, and skill increases. They have the ability to force other werewolves (or other shape shifters) to transform, or restrain and change them back to human form, even when driven purely by werewolf instinct, as on an early full moon, simply by roaring"

"Neh neh! You can't catch me!"

"BLAARGH! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO"

"DID NOT"

"TEAAAAACHEEEER JOOOOONEEEESSS! VALERIE ATE MY PENCIL!"

"Waaaah stop hitting me! Waaah TEACHER JONES! EMMET KEEPS HITTING ME!"

"Teacher Jones! Teacher Jones! Is it true that dinosaurs died because of GOD!?"

"I WANNA GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! I WANT MY MOMMY!"

"TEACHER JONES!"

Oh how the mighty have fallen. With a disgruntled huff I burrowed myself deeper between the two shelves hoping that somehow the two wooden furniture would block out the screams. The space I occupied was dark and small, only able to fit one person and still spacious enough for my size. It's been six months since that night I had dubbed 'copper Friday', 2 months since my 5th birthday. Not much has changed since then.

"CHILDREN BEHAVE!"

Annoyingly I brushed off the tingle that ran up my arms as the loud growled bellow. Besides me starting school I guess.

"Now you pups are going sit down and behave and listen. THIS is important pack history! The Delco pack is one of the most-"

"Teacher Jones!"

"Yes Jared?"

Ah yes Teacher Jones. The pack's tutor on all things werewolves. Starting school was one thing and pack tutoring was another. Actually it isn't so much tutoring really, but more brainwashing. The days that followed after 'copper Friday' had been very… different I suppose. Something within me simply burned, motivated me. It made me realise that playing to people's expectations wasn't something I wanted to waste my life doing. Not again. I needed to be able to be strong. Strong enough to protect MY pack. So I started to study, started to train myself.

"Teacher Jones have you seen Talia?"

Of course it would be strange if all of a sudden a 4 year old was able to list the entire periodic table, several constellations as well as the first 12 numbers of pi. Strange if she could suddenly speak eloquent and sophisticated sentences when just days ago she was pouting and whining like a toddler. No, I had to be subtle about my change in smarts, and careful. It wouldn't improve anything if the 'omegas spawn' suddenly became a genius. It would only make things worse on my parents and even if Mother was helping by providing me books that were above my age group, well it's best to play it safe. I wasn't being paranoid, I was being smart.

"Why Jared, Talia is right over there- Or not….. Has anyone seen Talia?"

After that night, Mother and I never actually spoke about it. She just seemed to have accepted something the moment she had looked at me, and I still don't know what it is she saw but it must not have been anything bad. She never batted an eyelash when she caught sight of several of her books on supernatural creatures and the likes in my room. In the morning she would place several different books on my small desk, I knew because I would catch her leaving them from the corner of my eye.

"Talia! Talia come out of wherever you are and join the class"

"Teacher Jones maybe we can all look for her!"

"That's a great idea Jared, Okay everyone let's all look for Talia"

Even Father helped, whether he knew it or not was questionable. I'd often manage to badger him into playing what would seem like childish games, but were actually activities that forced me to use my wolf senses. Majority of the time it was tag games and treasure hunts. It was great because Father hadn't been too busy, apparently Alpha Delco was away on some Alpha business and would be gone for a while. First Beta Joshua was in charge till he returned. On really good days both my parents would play games with me, it was both fun and educational. For 4 months it was routine. Time with Mother would be spent reading and 'learning' to write, evenings were games spent with dad.

"Why do we always have to look for the omega spawn!?"

"Talia always hides, why should we care?"

All was good in my life.

"TALIA! FOUND HER TEACHER JONES! SHE'S BETWEEN THE SHELVES!"

Letting my eyes flash gold I only JUST managed to stifle the low growl that rumbled from my chest. I further burrowed my face into the book on my lap in attempt to shield myself from my finder. Inhaling and exhaling, I did my best to bury my temper and slow down my heart beat. 'Looks like the jig is up' glancing down to the little plastic watch on my small wrists I took note of the time. 'Huh not bad, managed to hide my scent 5 minutes more than last time'

"Talia how many times have I told you to stay with the rest of the class?" Teacher Jones lightly scolded. I cringed behind the pages of the book in my hand at the babyish tones she tried to placate me with. Teacher Jones was one of the minor Betas of the pack. She wasn't as strong nor was she as outstanding as a wolf. From what I had managed to pick up from eavesdropping and snooping she was a bitten wolf not a born one. In a way her story amused me, it was something I felt I could maybe relate to in this life. Jones had been an average and plain young women who was simply flowing with the currents of life. After an unexpected encounter with Alpha Delco and one of his many power rages, she was thrust into the werewolf lifestyle, rather bloodily might I add. She then settled with being the pack teacher, something about helping with control because she could relate or something. Teacher Jones I suppose is what avid story readers would classify as Mary- Sue.

"Teacher Jones why do we have to wait for Talia to learn things" Emmet whined.

I hated Emmet he was pug faced and whiny, always crying about his needs. The male Pansy Parkinson in this world in my opinion.

"Yeeaaah!" resounded the rest of the midget mob.

"Talia's my friend! Don't be mean!" a squeaky voice barked.

Ah yes Jared Delco, the no eye-browed boy. After further learning about my new werewolf heritage it took a while for me to process that the no eye browed child that had yipped and chirped at me when my memories awoke, had actually managed to beta shift. At that discovery I had been torn between how awesome being a werewolf could be and mourning over the loss of eyebrows every time I would ever use that form.

"But Jared… she's so weird" Valerie not so subtly whispered.

I had heard enough.

Peering over the edges of my book I lowered my head and peeked through my lashes at Teacher Jones who was trying to motion me out. Slowly I crawled my way out from between the shelves and towards the bright light. I kept my head bowed and the book in my hands in front of me like a shield. Clearing my throat daintily I gave Teacher Jones the smallest apologetic look I could.

"Sorry Teacher Jones" I muttered.

From the –what I would like to think of as- Fond sigh of exasperation, I took it as a sign that my actions had been forgiven, just like all the previous time's I had done this.

"What were you reading this time?" She asked softly as she tugged the book out from my grasp. I didn't really bother to study what her reaction was. The book itself was rather thick at least thick enough to be questionable in the hands of a 5 year old. Only Mother had warned Teacher Jones beforehand about my knack for burying my face in such literature.

"Alpha, Beta, Omega. Where do you fit in" Teacher Jones muttered intrigued.

"It's a book about how werewolves work together in a pack and rankings. I thought it would be useful to know why the Delco pack is known as one of the stronger packs"

There were two ways Jones could take my answer as 1) she could assume me a rather enthusiastic child who yearned for knowledge or 2) She could assume I was reacting to the constant barraging of the word Omega from those of the pack. Either way would benefit me.

"Well stupid if you didn't hide Teacher Jones would tell us!" Valerie sneered haughtily.

My Lord I hated children.

Valerie was the daughter of the pack's biggest gossip Queen. Like mother like daughter I suppose. The child seemed to think she was my better because of how many times her mother patronizingly told her my family was the omega of the pack. I can't fault the child, she was only copying what was considered the norm from her parents.

"You're so stupid Talia. It's just like the Omega to be so stupid" She snickered.

I'm not a child and will therefore not be goaded into arguing with a five year old because come on…. We all know who would win.

"I bet she's so dumb that's why she always hides. So she doesn't spread her stupid sickness" joined Emmet.

"That's not true! She's reading big kid books so she can't be dumb!" defended Michael.

I liked Michael. He was one of the most eager to learn pups I had ever had the fortune of meeting. He was that kid that never really grew out of the 'why' stage of child years. Certainly adorable, one I wouldn't mind befriending.

"SHUT UP!"

A deep growl sounding throughout the room caused both silence and submission. It was something I would have found impressive if it had not been done for my benefit. Teacher Jones- despite being older- even winced at the command. In front of me, in what someone would call, defensively protecting my small frame was Jared. Despite being behind the boy I knew his eyes were flashing gold.

In our year group not only was Jared the only one who had managed to shift into his no eye brow wolf state, he was also the known next in line for Alpha. It was no secret in the pack, everyone knew. It was why they all felt the need to submit, because we children would be under his leadership when we get older. Jared was simply solidifying his status as Alpha amongst us. I felt the tingling sensation once more, just like when Jones had commanded us to quiet and once more brushed it off annoyed. I hated that tingling sensation.

"Jared its okay" I spoke softly and stepped out from behind Jared. The little alpha boy moved to stand beside me instead and looked at me confused. Knowing that everyone was listening and watching me I played shy. Looking up at Teacher Jones I gave her the most innocent look I could pull.

"Teacher Jones I think Valerie might need to go to the nurse!"

"What I don't need to go to the nurse!?" Snarled Valerie.

"Yes you do!" I insisted!

"Is Valerie hurt Talia?" Teacher Jones asked worried.

"I heard that Valerie ate a pencil!"

"So? What does that have to mean?" Jared asked

"OH I KNOW! I heard my mommy say something about what happens!"

"What?" Jared, Emmet and Valerie asked, one sounding panicked whilst the others confused.

Michael the cute and naïve child that he was smiled at the attention he was receiving.

"Well if Valerie ate a pencil, and a pencil is a stick we write with then that means that-"

"Valerie has a stick up her AS-"

"OKAY PUPS! I think we should all get on with our lesson! Let's GO!" Teacher Jones cut me off. Despite the confusion on the other children's faces, Michael and I grinned at each other subtly. Oh yes Michael and I would be good friends.

After settling down onto the carpet, Teacher Jones began another one of her 'lectures'. Jared for some reason always sat in the middle in the front row. On his right was Emmet and beside him was Valerie. On Jared's left would be Michael and beside him one of the other children. Since we started coming to Teacher Jones lessons as was the case. Except this time when I went to go sit in the back row in the corner where I usually sat a hand on my wrist stopped me. Turning I was greeted with wide baby blue eyes and chestnut curls.

"Where are you going?" Jared asked, his squeaky voice ruining the commanding aura he was exuding. Refraining from rolling my eyes I gave him a confused look and meekly pointed towards the back corner.

"You sit next to me now" He demanded like a brat.

I was just starting to tug my hand out of his little grip when Michael stood up and scooted over one and gestured at me to sit in between him and Jared. I wanted to say No, really I did but I couldn't. Not when Michael started to pout and water his honey brown orbs. I blame his adorability. So with reluctance I settled into my assigned seat and waited for Teacher Jones to begin her lecturing. The looks she gave me was strange, something akin to disbelief, pity or worry. I'm not sure because it was gone before I could really decipher it.

"Psst Talia" I looked to my left at Michael and the grin on his pudgy face.

"I'm really glad you sit next to me" he bounced in his seat with what I assume was excitement. I couldn't help but return the bright smile he gave me. He was contagious with his joy.

"Well... How else are we going to find out how dinosaurs died" I whispered back.

From the excited gasp that escaped Michael's lips and the giggle I released, it wasn't so bad. Michael Bloom was the very first friend I made as Talia and was one I would later come to think of as a brother.

"Now let's begin today's lesson. Who can name me the 10 strongest wolf packs in America?" Teacher Jones began.

"Oh Me!"

"Alright Valerie"

"The Toretto and Jolie Pack" she then turned and stuck her tongue at me.

I snorted to myself inwardly but didn't give any other response. Beside me Michael was practically standing out of his seat in attempt to gain Teacher Jones attention.

"Yes Michael"

"I know 3! The Cullen pack, The Warden pack and The Greek pack!" he excitedly answered.

"The Greek pack?" Emmet questioned

"Well their Alpha has a Greek name from the legends and nobody knows his last name" Michael defended. Teacher Jones laughed and confirmed Michaels answer.

"That's 5 down and 5 more to go! Emmet do you know any?"

Emmet nodded and proceeded to arrogantly voice out his answer.

"The Delco Pack obviously!"

I couldn't help but think of how stupid he was. From the snort on my left I think Michael agreed.

"Are you laughing at me Bloom" Growled midget Emmet. Michael stopped laughing and shook his head.

"Does anyone know anymore?" Teacher Jones asked.

It was silent for a moment before Jared raised his hand to answer.

"The O'Conner, Arden and Haynes Packs" he listed.

"Correct Jared! Well done everyone! Now the-"

I stopped listening for a while, too busy going over the packs that had been mentioned. Toretto, Jolie, Cullen, Warden, Greek, Delco, O'Conner, Arden and Haynes. How ironic is it that two of the pack names featured in Fast and the Furious. A movie about fast cars and family. Unwillingly the image of Angelina Jolie being the Alpha to the Jolie pack popped into my head and I had to stifle my snickers. But nothing got me laughing as hard as the Cullen pack. Amusedly I wondered what the Cullen pack would think of the twilight series, the series that featured a family of vampires named the Cullen's. The irony is not missed. Hang on- that's only 9 packs. I thought she said there was 10.

"- packs are classified strong depending on the Alpha of the pack and-Oh do you have a question Talia?" Teacher Jones asked.

"You forgot one pack!" I softly and 'timidly' inquired. Teacher Jones smile faltered before it was plastered on stronger than ever. It was suspicious.

"No she didn't EVERYONE knows who the strong packs are" Emmet mocked.

"B-but she said there were 10 packs! She only said 9!" I countered back.

"…7 8 9…. HEY YEAH! Talia's right Teacher Jones only had 9! What's the last pack?" Michael exclaimed from his seat. He grinned at me and I couldn't help but grin back. By now the whole class was looking at Teacher Jones waiting for an answer. She seemed to swallow a bit and nervously looked at the door, Jared than me and finally the rest of the class.

"The last pack is one of the smallest packs in America…" She began. I knew she was just stalling, it made me wonder just how strong this pack was. Was she too afraid to mention them or something? Were we fighting with them or something?

"Some of you are lucky if you could remember you met the Alpha when he last visited!" At that the class burst into excited whispers and chatter. Going the memories in my head I tried to recall just who she was talking about.

"ALPHA HALE! IT'S THE HALE PACK! REMEMBER!" Michael cheered. His announcement seemed to make Teacher Jones squirm but she confirmed his answer with a nod.

"Ah I know him! Grandpa introduced Talia and me to him!" Jared added.

"You MET Alpha Hale!" Michael gasped.


"I think we may be missing one. TALIA! Come out and greet Grandpa's friend!"

Talia quickly rushed into the arms of her Alpha and hid her face into his neck. She was nervous to meet Alpha Hale. He looked real strong almost as strong as daddy.

"Now Now Talia say hi!"

Talia removed her face from her grandpa's neck and gave a bashful smile to Alpha Hale.

"Hello Alpha Hale!"


Ah yes. I had met Alpha Hale, when I was two.

"What was he like!?" Emmet asked

"Was he strong like Alpha Delco?" Valerie questioned.

"I don't remember that much!" Jared grumped.

Michael seemed to wilt a bit and pouted in disappointment. From what I could tell Michael was rather fanatic about the 10 strongest wolf packs. His disappointment was so strong I could smell it.

"He was nice" I muttered softly to Michael. In a room of werewolves though there is no such thing as whispering.

"You remember!?" Jared asked looking at me puzzled. I ignored him in favour of watching Michael brighten.

"He was also very strong" I firmly stated. The rest of the class began to chatter about what I had said but I paid them no attention. Too fascinated with the way Michael suddenly began to blabber.

"Yes… The Hale pack is one of the smaller packs but also one of the strongest!" Teacher Jones spoke. Her eyes though, they never left Jared and me. For some reason she only stared at the two of us.

"How many wolves do they have?" Asked Emmet.

The more wolves you have the stronger the Alpha. The Delco pack consisted of 50 wolves and one human. One of the biggest packs in America, so big that an entire town in Washington consisted of only the Delco Pack members. For the Hale pack to be one of the smallest packs but also one of the strongest spoke volumes.

"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"

"EH! 12 WOLVES!" Valerie cried out over the breathy 'awesome' Michael let out.

"They can't be strong then if they have so many humans in their pack" Emmet pointed out.

"What do you mean by blood relations?" Jared asked

"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."

"IS'NT THAT COOL!" Michael cheered only to get hushed and sneered at by Valerie and Emmet.

Hale…. Hale… the name itself sounded so familiar to me but I didn't know why. As the lesson continued with Teacher Jones talking about pack team work and such, my mind never drifted from the name Hale.

Whilst we waited for our parent's to pick us up, I sat next to Michael only half listening as he talked. The boy was so obsessed with knowledge, babbling on and on and never stopping. He was truly a smart kid, especially considering his age, only because he talked so much no one took notice of it.

"-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-"

True Alpha….. Beacon Hills…..


I lazily flipped through the channels on the screen. It was Saturday and Miranda and Vincent both had late work to do at their jobs. It was another night of me and the screen only once more the lack of entertainment was beginning to irritate me.

"LIAR YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME! HOW- *CLICK*- Gently lift the baking paper away from the- *CLICK*- DO you know where Boots is? WHERE? - *CLICK*- Breaking News it seems today a- *CLICK*- in 1946 the American- *CLICK*-"

Giving up I chucked the remote away from me and stuffed more popcorn into my mouth whilst staring at the ceiling.

"That is freaking awesome! I mean, seriously, it's the best thing that ever happened in this town, since... the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look... like you're going to ignore me! You're the cause of this, you know?"

I curiously lifted my head and looked towards the screen to see just what I had left playing. Two teenage boys graced my screens. One with tan skin and looked Hispanic whilst the other with pale skin and scattered moles. Both were reasonably attractive. Having found nothing else interesting, I watched the rest of the show in mild interest. Reaching for my Laptop I decided to search the show up to gain more of an insight on the whole thing.

Teen Wolf:

Setting: Beacon Hills, California

Storyline:

Scott McCall was just another kid in high school. Until, one night his best friend Stiles brings him to the woods and Scott is bitten by a werewolf. Being a werewolf came with its perks- stronger, faster, new star in the lacrosse team, popularity- but also made it hard to control his anger. Scott has also fallen for the new girl in town, Allison, whose dad is trying to hunt and kill Scott. Scott now has to try and balance his out of control life, figure out how to control his new powers, try not to be killed by the alpha that bit him, and protect Allison- and keep her from finding out his big secret.

It was interesting enough to hold my attention for an hour. Werewolves and teenage drama all meshed together to create Teen Wolf….. How cute.


"Talia your dad's here"

In my trance like state I made my way to where my father waited. Mindlessly saying goodbye to a chatty Michael as he waved. Cuddling into my Father's embrace I greedily inhaled his peppermint scent and felt myself calm.

"Hey Kiddo! Learn anything cool today" He asked whilst lightly bouncing me in his hold. His green eyes were bright with warmth and his dark hair a mess, probably from his run to pick me up.

"Mmhm Teacher Jones was telling us about the 10 strongest packs in America!" I answered. His grin faltered just the slightest whilst Teacher Jones cast her gaze towards the floor.

"Oh yeah what about them" He asked, his voice was light but I could hear the underline of strain he tried to conceal.

"That their strongest!? She even told us about the Hale Pack!"

It wasn't my imagination, at the mention of the Hale pack Father went rigid and stiff. There was a certain scent that mingled with his peppermint one but I couldn't place it. Was the Delco Pack at odds with the Hale pack? I wondered.

"Did she tell you about Beacon Hills as well?" He asked as we made our way out the door and began the walk home. Shaking my head I once again got distracted.

"Michael told me about it. He also said something about True Alpha's."

The scent got stronger and it made me fidget.

"Heh… True Alpha's huh this Michael sounds pretty smart"

"Yeah… but he talks too much" I grumbled as I scrunched up my nose. From the barking laugh my Father let out I smiled.

"Is that so…. Do you know the difference between a True Alpha and an Alpha?" Shaking my head I waited for my father to tell me.

"Well princess a True Alpha is a werewolf who becomes an Alpha solely by strength of character and will. True Alphas are rare, only appearing once in a 100 years. A werewolf cannot be a True Alpha if they ever take a life, a True Alpha's status cannot be stolen were they be slain as in the manner of a regular Alpha."

I was silent as I mused over his words.

"Michael said that a True Alpha started the Hale pack"

"Well what do you think?"

"I think that Michaels right."

"How so"

"A true Alpha is still an Alpha. Alpha's need pack. So if a True Alpha can't have his status stolen then his Alpha status can be given right!? Teacher Jones also said that The Hale pack don't give the bite to anyone and that they are based on blood relations and friends. It's why their one of the smallest wolf packs. Mommy also told me that only some humans can survive the bite otherwise they die. So if Alpha Hale bit just anyone and they didn't survive he would be killing. True Alpha's can't take a life so I think Michaels right" I concluded I looked up to see what my Father thought only to be greeted with his incredulous stare. He was just blankly looking at me and slowly I started to doubt myself.

"R-right?" I questioned whilst my face started to heat.

"AH HAH! My daughter is a genius! Beautiful and smart my god you are amazing" He cheered as he twirled me round. My nerves evaporated and I laughed loudly from the affection I was receiving. The two of us had no care for the stares that were being directed at us and our disturbance. It was only as we got closer to home that a thought had struck me.

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

"Why do you want to know sweetie?" He asked. I could see that he was tense at this question and the scent from earlier had returned but I needed to know. Just so I could chase away the thought that was taunting me.

"Because First beta Joshua said that names mean power. So I want to know what Alpha Hale's name means!"

"Princess… Joshua meant that telling people your name meant you trust them. That's why only selected wolves say Alpha Delco's name. The Alpha's only let people they trust and those in their pack know their name"

NO! I needed to know. Otherwise I would go insane with this thought weighing heavily on my mind. Maybe it was because I looked so sad or on the brink of crying, but either way Father knelt so he could look me in the eye.

"But you're a real lucky girl, who has a daddy who knows things!" He whispered.

"You know Alpha Hale's name" I breathlessly gasped. At his responding nod I leaned in so he could whisper it too me.

"Samson Mathias Hale"

I was safe. This wasn't like those fanfiction stories where people get reincarnated into worlds where books and TV shows are real. It was just coincidence much like the other pack names, simply ironic that was all.

"You satisfied?" Father asked as he quirked his eyebrows at me. Laughing at him I nodded feeling weightless.

"It'll be our little secret!" I whispered excitedly.

Our laughter lasted until we got home. Only because things were about to change.


First Beta Joshua hung his head low, heavy with distress. Beside him Mallory was sipping at her tea with cold indifference but Joshua knew her well. He knew that she was really trying to calm her wolf. It was why she was drinking tea. The both of them waited in silence for the return of Thomas and little Talia.

"Lift your head Joshua" Mallory barked. Automatically Joshua did as he was told. Straightening his posture and standing in attention.

"You do not show weakness at any point. The Alpha is not present and you are next in charge, you must present a strong front as First Beta" She snapped.

"Yes mam" he voiced.

He didn't know if she did it on purpose or not but he was thankful. With Mallory telling him what to do he felt more relaxed and less stressed. He couldn't help but think this is how it should have been. Mallory in charge and he following her orders. It was how they worked since they were children.

"You will do fine Josh" she added softly.

He didn't have time to reply because the both of them heard the laughter from where they sat. Thomas had finally come home from picking up little Talia. He didn't want to be the one to tell Thomas, but Mallory had said that it was his duty. He refused to tell Thomas in front of little Talia but Mallory had shut him down on that one to. He may be Alpha Delco's First Beta but…. Mallory was his Alpha… at least she was supposed to be. It was why Joshua and his wolf could never say no to her.

"Joshua! What are you doing here?" Thomas exclaimed but Joshua and Mallory both saw the spark of wariness in his green eyes. They also didn't miss the subtle stance he assumed in front of little Talia. Little Talia peered at him with narrow eyes from behind her father's legs and Joshua winced. Those eyes were exact replicas of Mallory's. That gaze always made him uncomfortable as a kid.

"I come with news from the front" Joshua started.

Thomas looked quickly at his wife's calm façade and felt the grip on his pants tighten from where Talia held him. Everyone in the room knew that anything from the front usually meant threats to the pack…. Also meant that once again Thomas would be dragged from his family.

"The witches have declared war with the Delco Pack"

"On what grounds!" Thomas quickly demanded. Joshua squirmed, he didn't want to talk about it in front of Talia but he knew that Thomas and Mallory shared the same views. How could he not, when Thomas pointedly picked Talia up and came to stand closer to the table.

"They claim that Alpha Delco has ….. Violated their treaty agreement"

"And what did he plead?" Thomas gritted out through clenched teeth.

Thankfully Mallory had responded and taken Thomas's attention away from him.

"Not guilty. Alpha Delco has agreed to go to war against the Kaida Witches."

It was tense for a few minutes before it was broken by a soft voice.

"Daddy is going to have to fight…. He's going to leave isn't he?"

Joshua winced at Talia's question. It would kill him to hear Jared ask him that. This is why he didn't want a child to hear of the war. He wondered how Mallory and Thomas were going to respond only they didn't instead Talia continued to speak.

"Witches are tricky, you have to make sure you dodge their hexes"

Joshua just stared for a minute as the little girl suddenly disappeared into one of the rooms before she laid 3 pebble like stones on the table. Taking one and facing it towards them so they could see the symbol that was drawn onto it clumsily she spoke once more.

"This is a rune to protect. Don't lose it okay!"

She gave one to Thomas and one to himself. Joshua just stared at the stone in something akin to shock.

"First Beta Joshua…." He looked up and froze at the brown eyes that glared into his own blue orbs. That was not a look that belonged to a child, it was the look of warning, a look of promise. A look he remembered from when he was 10 and Mallory and he had fought their first battle…. And won.

"Bring my daddy back"

"Of course Talia… I promise"


There you have it! Hope you like it, Sorry if it seemed choppy :/

Thanks everyone :D