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Alright guys it's been awhile. SO this chapter might come off as rushed (in which it is) but Someone had mentioned being impatient for the cannon stuff and I agree. Its so annoying to have all my plans in my head and have to painstakingly type it out (I already got my plans for this story all sorted). On the brightside we have about maybe 1 or 2 chapters to go before Peter comes in (YAY!) I've been working on my other story Keeper's Keep so check it out :) I'm also kind of stalling a bit waiting to see Season 5 of Teen Wolf to see if I might have to alter plans for my stories or something.

Hope you enjoyx


"The witches have attacked the wolves sent to the east"

"Casualties?"

"Only 4 returned"

"And the rest…."

"Dead sir"

A snarl and loud roar of anger resounded causing the poor Beta wolf to whimper into submission to his enraged Alpha.

"WEAK! PATHETIC! They deserved their deaths or else had they survived I would kill them myself!"

Red eyes glared into the distance as sharp claws dug into the leather sofa within its grip.

"What of Joshua and his men!?" Alpha Delco demanded.

"First Beta Joshua has taken his team to the west boarders as per your orders sir"

"What of their status?"

"Recent report consisted of no casualties and succession in preventing the witches from entry"

Alpha Delco's temper simpered at the information given. His first beta was not failing him and pride filled his wolf. The Alpha's ego soothed.

"Good. We must remind these witches of who their betters are. Send word to Joshua and tell him to pick 4 of his men to guard over the east"

"Yes Alpha Delco"


'Focus Talia. You need to focus'

Once more I cleared my head and strained my senses, letting the darkness consume me. The silence from the clearing made the air around me feel heavy, and I did my best to ignore the way it made my skin itch. Since the announcement of the war the pack had been incredibly tense. Everyone able to was sent out to fight and defend the packs 'honor'. The injured and cursed were sent to the hospital where the pack emissary tended to them. Those who had stayed behind were most often found at the hospital providing assistance or looking after the pups. It was where my mother spent most of her time as of late, whilst I was baby sat with the rest of the pups by Teacher Jones and the teenagers.

Once more I closed my eyes and strained my hearing as far as it could go.

The clearing where I had awakened had become my solitude. It was where I escaped too whenever I could to practice and train. It helped that I had mastered hiding my scent and covering my trail. The pack lessons had been put on hold as Teacher Jones was also needed at times. It was an all hands on deck situation for the Delco pack it would seem.

Over the sounds of birds chirping and what I assumed was the faint mutterings of a couple of pack members, the sound of footsteps snapping branches and slight huffs made me perk up in attention. The eratic heartbeat and slight twinge of salt water made my nose twitch as well as scrunch my eyebrows. It was annoying how familiar I was with sound of sniffling and scent of tears.

I opened my eyes and waited for the child to appear in my clearing. The child from what I had sensed was upset and crying much like I had been before I had awoken in this clearing. I continued to sit there in my meditation pose, waiting to see whether my senses were on par with what I had deduced. The child was getting closer and the sounds of whimpers and whines as well as snotty sniffling got louder.

When they had finally broke out into the clearing, I stifled my urge to laugh at how it managed to trip over their own feet. What? I had spent too long a time being roped in with children who had an extra umph for annoying! I think I have the right to be a tad bitter.

"Bingo" I muttered to myself approvingly.

It was a crying child, about the same age as my physical self.

I was content to simply leave the child be, ignore its existence and hide my scent, calm my heartbeat enough so he wouldn't be able to notice me only….. My wolf disagreed. Internally it began to struggle and writhe, wanting to go to the child and make nice. It wanted to make friends. I had discovered that whilst my mind was that of what would've been 22 year old (17 years as Emily and 5 years as Talia) my wolf was seriously still a pup. It still had the urges at times to be as hyper and playful as pups are and wanted to make friends.

It's because of my wolf I even bother to approach the sobbing child. As I make my way over I muse over my progress for the past few weeks without Father and Mother being available. I had managed to make myself a fading factor on everyone's mind. To become a wallflower. It was one of the uses of being considered the omega pup. I was the quiet pup, the shadow, the forgotten one. Which only served in providing me more freedom.

"Who's there!?" A squeaky voice whimpered.

At the sound I startled because… I knew that voice. It was Michael, the thirsty for knowledge child. It was a bit bewildering for me to see the kid so sad because in my mind the kid had permanently been labelled as 'happy'. It looked wrong really.

"Michael?" I called out softly approaching him slowly.

The boy was a mess. His hair was all tangled and looked to be mussed with some unknown substance, he also had glitter and Crayola felt marking all over his face and skin. He also had tear tracks on his face. His eyes were wide like a squirrels as he looked at me.

"Wha- Talia? *sniff* What are you doing here? *Sniff* are you going to make fun of me too?" He stammered out between sniffles.

"Make fun of you? Why would I want to do that?" I replied.

Seriously, I have way more important things I could be doing then making fun of a 5 year old.

"The rest of the class was making fun of me. They started teasing me when I was asking Teacher Jones a question on meta-metamofinsynthisisis"

I cringe at how butchered he voiced the word metamorphosis.

"Metamorphosis you mean" I corrected.

"Yeah *sniffle* Emmet took my book and he said he couldn't read it! Then one of the other kids said that the book must be cursed if Emmet couldn't read it! Then they started calling me a witch and saying that I was a spy and that- that-"

I sighed as my wolf whined at me to comfort the child. I had forgotten how stupid and cruel children were. Settling onto the grass beside Michael I pat him on the back in a show of comfort.

"Emmet's just stupid. You're not a witch"

Who knew that children could glare so good...

"I know that! But they said- they said that my mommy was going to die by the witches."

I glared at that. They were only children yes but that didn't excuse them from being cruel. To tell one child that their parent would die whilst in the middle of a war was simply insensitive.

"Do you believe them!" I huffed out annoyed.

Michael looked startled at my anger and hostility but I didn't relent. I wouldn't help an ungrateful child no matter what. Only Michael glared at me right back with equal hostility.

"My mommy is strong and she's going to kick all the witches asses straight to hell. Mommy's going to come home. She's not going to die! She won't leave me!" Michael screeched.


"WE'VE BEEN AT THESE BORDERS FOR WEEKS! Why haven't we been shifted!"

"Alpha Delco has expressed his desire for us to remain"

"Those witches started this shit, we should show them why we are feared"

"Those witches have the RIGHT to declare war!"

"YOUR OPINIONS HAVE NO IMPORTANCE IN THIS PACK HALE! KNOW YOUR PLACE OMGEA SCUM! THE BITCH HAS MORE STRENGTH IN HER PINKY THAN YOU!"

"This BITCH will not hesitate to rip your tongue out and shove it so far up your ass it'll be talking nothing but shit and trust me Russell if I wanted to hear shit from you I'd have pulled out that dick you had up in there choking you up like the crusty ass cum slut you are"

"Enough! Bloom stand down! Russell control yourself before I decide your insubordination requires punishment! We are at war and fighting among our own will not better the circumstances"

"Hale should watch his mouth. Omega's should know their betters"

"Oh do shut up Russell! Your ass might get jealous of all the shit that comes out of your fucking mouth"

"BLOOM! Enough!


"Mother?"

Mallory looked up to where her daughter was watching her. She had just finished her shift at the hospital and had come to pick up Talia from the center where all the pups were being minded. Healing was not her best attribute. She wasn't trained and a master when it came to healing she was a fighter, a protector not a healer. Therefore she was honestly no use at the hospital and all the other women in the pack knew it. They made sure she never forgot it.

"Mother this is Michael Bloom, He's coming with us now"

Mallory looked at the little boy beside her daughter. Michael stood next to Talia with wary but steeled nerves. He was rather adorable with shaggy blonde hair and wide honey brown orbs. His face chubby and his clothes a mess. He was an adorable pup that seemed to ooze loneliness which just didn't sit well with Mallory at all. Looking over to her daughter Mallory contemplated what Talia had just said.

"Mikey stays with us till his Mommy comes home Okay" Talia smiled. The big smile that exposed the single dimple she had on the left side of her cheek.

So Mallory smiles right back.

"Okay then Mikey. Does your Mom know you're coming with us?"

Michael looks sad and shakes his head causing Mallory to laugh.

"I'm sure Bella wouldn't mind. Your mother and I know each other well pup. She won't mind"

They don't mention that they know there's a nanny who's supposed to be watching over Michael. They don't acknowledge the fact that Michael smells neglected, forgotten. Mallory stores the information away for when the war is over. For when Michael's mom returns because she knows. She remembers Isabella Bloom. The women will rip the nanny to shreds and leave no evidence behind. From here on Michael is under her protection. Although….. Mallory smirked. It would seem little Michael Bloom had found protection all on his own without even knowing it. Talia had taken the pup into her care. He was going to be part of her pack. Mallory had never been so proud.


"Buck up Hale you and I are in for the long run"

Thomas snorted as Bloom lowered herself beside him. Isabella Bloom had quite the reputation in the pack. Nobody could handle the woman's stubbornness and fiery passion. Even Alpha Delco struggled at times to get her to submit. Isabella Bloom was a bitten wolf, one of the many targeted by the Alpha to add strength to the pack. They were barely friends and held mutual respect for one another and that was as far as their relationship went. Mallory was more of a friend to Bloom then himself.

"Seeking company in the pack omega, My my you must be bored" Thomas drawled

"Don't label me foolish Hale. I am a wolf not common sheep within a flock. Pfft Omega… ridiculous"

They were on patrol, being sure to check the traps and such. Alpha Delco had sent for some of the men to be sent to the east border and Joshua had chosen Russell and 3 others. With Russell gone there were no more arguments and things were rather peaceful despite the current war they had on their hands.

"What is that?"

Startled out of his thoughts Thomas looked down at the pebble like stone in his hand. He was caressing the symbol lightly with his thumb and holding it close to his chest. It anchored him, reminded him of what he was fighting to go back to.

"A gift from my daughter" He spoke out unable to hide the love and pride.

Bloom hummed before she ducked and picked up a nearby branch. Waving the thing around like a sword she continued to converse with him.

"Cute…. Although my little Mikey is probably cuter."

As their rounds were coming to an end, Thomas was stopped before he could retire for the night.

"Mallory….. How is she?"

"She misses you…."

Bloom looked conflicted, something not many men were privileged to see. Thomas knew that Mallory and Isabella Bloom had once upon a time been as thick as thieves together. It all changed though after he married Mallory and Bloom had run. They had all been punished together and despite their indifference towards each other, they respected one another.

"Pssht… You're okay Hale" was all Bloom said before she badgered past him.

For a brief moment Thomas felt guilt. Mallory and Isabella had not seen, spoken or heard from each other for 5 years now and he felt a sense of responsibility. His wolf growled darkly and he quickly snapped out of the dark thoughts his mind had been on the verge of. Kissing the pebble in his hand he made for his tent.


"435 multiplied by 683?"

"297,105"

"Hmph"

Perhaps I had been too hasty to write of the child. Michael Bloom was curious and observant. It did not take long for him to warm up to my Mother and I. There was never a moment of peace without it getting interrupted by his endless questions.

"That's unfair you're way too smart to be normal!"

In response I just shrugged. This was another one of his questioning games. The two of us were squashed together in the corner of the book shelves at the back of the class. All the other kids had crowded together near the toys and teens whilst Michael and I fled to the Book area. It was the only area that offered silence and Michael liked to look through the books. The war had been on for 3 weeks now and I had overheard mother saying that the East, North and south borders had been lost. The west border was barely holding up against the witches so Alpha Delco has decided to attack head on. The war with the witches was going to come to an end, and I couldn't have been happier.

"Mommy's going to be home soon" Michael murmured.

I opened my eyes to peek at him. We had bonded closely, more so with each other than the rest of our year. I took to treating him like a brother rather than a friend. It was hard not to whenever Mother would baby the two of us together. As Emily I had no siblings, Vincent and Miranda so lost to their work that another child was never an idea they entertained. Paired with my social awkwardness and dislike towards interaction with other humans such a fact never bothered me. Yet now I could understand why only children yearned for siblings. I had never noticed how lonesome I was until Michael.

"Hm.." was all I replied.

Michael never pushed me for conversation like the other children, he never assumed like Jared about what I wanted. He just clicked.

"Do you think we'll win?" He asked voice ever so soft

Michael was too naïve at times, too childish and as such it never failed to remind me that essentially that was all we were. Since the war with the witches, my training had become too strenuous on my physically small body and I had no knowledge of how advanced I was getting. The climax of the war called for my mother's time far more often and so she had never witnessed the advancement I had in my werewolf abilities. I was able to shift into my beta form and had assumed it to be the norm for werewolf pups. However Michael's excited praise had shown me that it was not. Only strong wolves destined for high ranked positions in the pack managed that shift at such a young age.

"It doesn't matter if we win Mikey" I grunted out opting to turn on my side and face him.

"But if we win then the witches would leave us alone!" He exclaimed

"War always begins and ends with death. So it doesn't matter who wins, what matters is who will come home"

We were silent again, Michael staring at the book on his lap with his eyes scrunched and myself laying on my side staring blankly into the distance. Beyond our spot I could hear the other children and their chatter. Some were crying and others laughing. Teacher Jones was huddled with one of the teens and was talking about duties. There was no sign of worry about the war in any of them. The Delco pack were so sure of their strength they harboured no worry of loss to the witches.

"Jared was looking for you" Mikey whispered

"So?" I scrunched up my nose in annoyance.

"Why don't you like playing with him? I thought you guys were best friends"

"What! No, Jared is a poopy face besides Valarie hates me and Emmet is a butt head. Why would I want to be friends with them" I smirked at the snickers I earned from Michael.

"Besides I already have a Best Friend" I continued pretending not to notice the distraught face he made.

"You do…" He muttered brokenly

"Yep. He's a real dork and thinks that dinosaurs died because of God. Everyone knows it was because of a space rock duh!"

His laugh was infectious. The two of us erupted into fits of giggles and squeals and I couldn't remember the reason as to why. So even though our little getaway spot was discovered by Jared and his goons we weren't too upset. We had each other in the middle of this hell like cage we were thrown into.


"Watch the sides-ATTACK THE HEAD!"

*BOOM*

"FUCK MOVE BITCH!"

"DO NOT SHOW WEAKNESS"

*ZAP* *BOOM* *CLASH*

Thomas ducked as a bolt of purple light soared its way over his head. The field was filled with the stench of powder and flames, blood and herbs. The witches had developed a sort of potion filled with wolfs bane that seared through the flesh of a wolf much like acid. They threw them around like grenades cackling madly as they did. Both witches and wolves laid on the fields' floors motionless and dead. Curses and spells hitting wolves whilst shrieks and screams echoed from the mouths of the witches. It was nothing but death everywhere you looked.

"HALE WATCH YOUR SIDES!"

Twisting quickly, with claws on the ready, Thomas swiped at the arm that had been seconds away from his sides. He ignored the painful cry the witch let out and swiped at her throat to end her life. As the witch fell to the ground Thomas quickly moved to fight beside Bloom as she was surrounded. Together they worked through the onslaught of wiccans. After days of being paired together their teamwork was one of the top. Not many wanted to work with the Omega and no-one wanted to work with Bloom and her insanity. As he tore off one of the arms of his opponent he ducked left to let the speeding branch sail past and spear the coming witch in the face. Bloom was ruthless on the battle field. There was no part of her left uncovered of blood. Her blonde hair soaked in red appearing strawberry red.

"AUUUGGHHHHH!" Thomas yelled as he pulled apart the jaw of a witch ignoring the ripping sound and the squelch of blood. Heaving the both of them faced each other scanning one another quickly for any signs of grievous injuries. They had an understanding the both of them. Agreed on protecting one another so they could both go home and embrace their children. In the words of Isabella Bloom 'Alpha Delco could go fuck himself sideways' if he had a problem with it.

"BLOOM, HALE THEIR MISTRESS-"Joshua shouted directing them towards the front lines.

Nodding in understanding the both of them charged towards the head witch. They wasted no time in aiding their comrades that cried in agony on the ground. Protecting one another and making their way towards the centre fold of the battle where their target was surrounded was all they had on their minds. However Thomas faltered and got distracted when Bloom let out a piercing scream. Stopping in his stride he turned quickly and pulled her to cover. Her scent was drowned by the stench of blood and burnt flesh. She had been hit by one of their potions that ate away flesh. Her thigh flesh was slowly burning of the bones in a gruesome snail pace. She wouldn't stop screaming and he did his best to drain some of her pain. Tears were blurring both of their eyes, he couldn't blame her for screaming. It hurt and he wasn't even hit.

"Ngh-NO! FUCK OFF HALE! Finish this fucking shit so we can go home!"

"Shut up Bloom" He growled right back ignoring her snarls and roars of pain. That is until she yanked him by the hair and forced him to face her glare.

"Stop being a pussy and kill that bitch! Mal is waiting for you asshole and she ain't the patient type"

She smirked before she shoved him away from her. After all this fighting Thomas was going to thank her. Leaving her side he fought his way towards the centre where the Head witch had taken refuge. He probably would have made it too had he not been caught unaware. Cursing himself for not sensing them quicker, he reassured his wolf by reasoning that the stench of blood drowned every other scent out. Fighting the bindings they restrained him in, he roared out and growled in his shifted form trying to free himself.

"What have we here…. A Hale! Yes… A Hale indeed. How marvelous. I can smell your power such ancient blessings. MMMMhhhhhh…. So strong in an omega"

The head witch was a blind women, old and grey from the years. The closer she got the more anxious his wolf got. Her unseeing eyes praised him the closer she came. The witches who stood beside her watched on with greedy grins, licking their lips like predators would a prey. How ironic is it that they accuse them of behaving like animals and beasts when they are just as bad.

"TAKE HIM! We have what we were promised" the witch barked and like the minions they were they all did as they were told. Thomas struggled harder against his restraints but how is one to fight invisible ropes.

"Muzzle him!" Someone yelled. Holding his breath he roared and snapped at them with his teeth. Unknown to Thomas his face was beginning to shift, his mouth beginning to shape into that of a snout, his teeth growing larger and sharper. The sight of his partial transformation only caused the grin on the Head witch's face to grow. She could sense it all despite her sight and for her it meant only pleasant things.

"Finally a Hale in my possession how glorious" She muttered.

"He is not yours." A growl resounded

Quicker than the witches could react Alpha Delco slaughtered them where they stood, So lost to the mind of his wolf Thomas barely registered the Alpha's presence to busy trying to escape the binds that hindered him.

"You know as well as I do Benjamin Delco that this Hale belongs to me. As was the trade you had made I am simply collecting what I was promised"

"He is MINE! TAKE WHAT IS LEFT OF YOUR WITCHES AND LEAVE"

"Have you forgotten who aided you in your plight against the Hale's? Who did you plead to gift you with a spell to anchor the wolves of Mallory Delco and her Mate to your pack? It was I! Your strength, your reputation only given to you because of ME!"

"You will not take him."

The witch threw her head back and laughed. She stood taller with the aid of her crane and sneered at the Alpha.

"You refused to hand over the child. The payment was the child yet you refused me. Here I come to collect a compromise and once more you forsake me. How dare you Benjamin Delco refuse me! I AM YOUR SOURCE OF POWER!"

Lunging for the witch, the Alpha aimed for her neck. Anticipating the attack the witch quickly fought his advances brandishing her cane like a sword. The two fought blow after blow, swipe after swipe. It all came to head when the Alpha managed to get the upper hand.

"The Delco pack is the strongest Pack. The Hale is MINE!" Alpha Delco roared.

Despite the pressure on her neck and the werewolf that bared his teeth over her, the witch cackled madly.

"I curse you Benjamin Delco. I curse you to die and perish. You will suffer in your final moments caused by your own greed and arrogance."

"Curses can be broken"

"HAHAH not all curses. You will be slain perhaps in purgatory we will share a cell for the wrongs we have made against the Hale's. Samson Hale will know of what we have done when news of my death is confirmed. He will come and what have you to do? Eh? What will you do when Samson Hale comes for his son and his grandchild?"

"We will fight"

"A fight you have already lost"

Having said that Alpha Delco ended her life. As the light of life left the blind eyes of the witch, Alpha Delco faced the writhing form of Thomas. Glaring with his red wolf eyes he approached the wolf and knocked him out cold. The unconscious form of Thomas Hale lay still whilst Alpha Delco examined his health. Satisfied that there no signs or marks that bound the omega, Alpha Delco hoisted the wolf over his shoulders.

Joshua Quinn rushed to his Alpha with worried glances towards the wolf on the Alpha's shoulders. The war was over and the wolves had won. Ignoring his First Beta's eyes of worry Alpha Delco lay the omega on one of the beds. Once more checking for signs of any marks or punctures, Alpha Delco then settled into a nearby seat and stared at the slumbering omega.

"Alpha?"

"Status update"

"24."

"Dead or wounded Quinn"

"Dead."

"Wounded?"

"17. 7 permanently handicapped, 5 healed, 2 unconscious and 3 undetermined"

Alpha Delco remained silent and stared resiliently at the omega on the bed. Joshua wanted to check on Thomas, he was worried. He had come to care for the omega and he didn't like how still the wolf was. He had seen the state of Isabella Bloom and it pained him to know that the she-wolf would forever walk with a limp. That the chunk of flesh missing from her thigh would forever hinder her as it tried to mend the flesh that was no longer there. Isabella Bloom would not be able to fight the front lines ever again.

"Are you loyal to me Quinn? Can I trust you to protect my back?"

"Sir?"

"Answer me."

"Of course"

Ensuring there was no deception in his answer Alpha Delco made a choice. This choice changed everything for the Delco pack. When Joshua Quinn was left by Thomas Hale's side he stared at the unconscious wolf with so much grief it would make a wolf weep from just the scent of it.

"What have we done" Joshua whimpered.


"TALIA! WE DID IT! WE DID IT! THE WAR IS OVER! THE WITCHES LOST! THEIR COMING HOME!"

Looking up at the excited 5 year old I smiled. Father was coming home. Michael was jumping from couch to couch, cheering happily and throwing Vira up into air before catching her to throw her up once more. We were at home, Mother was upstairs tending to something whilst the two of us played in the living room. He must have been listening in on Mother's conversation with the Emissary. Laughing along with Michael, the two of us jumped on the couches and shouted victory.

"What on earth!" Mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Not letting her annoyed face deter our happiness the both of us just barreled toward her hugging her and dancing circles around her. It wasn't long before all three of us were spinning in circles together.

"Daddy's coming home!" I grinned with Michael nodding eagerly beside me.

"Mallory, I think its best I leave for the moment"

"Of course, thank you for stopping by"

As Michael drew my mother into his babbles of excitement, another one of his many stories involving his mother, I watched as the pack Emissary left. He was rather strange, although Mother said that it was just how Emissary's were. I didn't trust him, not completely and his visits always made twitchy. I didn't like him in our house without Dad home. Just before the door closed behind his leaving form, our eyes met. I let my eyes flash golden yellow and narrowed them, he didn't flinch nor did he seem surprised. He just smiled and nodded before going on his way.

"Lia? What's wrong?" Michael asked curiously.

Absently noticing my mother's retreat to the kitchen I whispered to him but didn't let my eyes stray from the now closed door.

"I don't like him. He's weird"

Michael looked at the door then back to me. Reaching out to hold my hand in his he gripped it tight and shoved Vira in to my other. Looking away from the door back to him in confusion, I startled when he pulled me into an embrace, burrowing his face into my neck, scenting me. Vira was squashed between the two of us and I unsurely let him hug me. An entire other life of minimal social interaction meant I had no idea how to hug people. So don't judge my awkwardness.

"After. After we see your Daddy and my Mommy, okay."

"Wha-"

"We'll find out why he's so weird after. Right now I want to have ice cream with my Best Friend. Okay!"

Not once did he release me from his hug. Slowly lifting my arms to wrap them around him I couldn't help the smile that crept up on my face. Scenting him right back I inhaled the smell of butterscotch.

"Okay"

For now ….. Everything was good.


And There you Have it!

What did you guys think of Alpha Delco? Opinions so far on Talia's development as a character? Personally I like the Blooms. The next Chapter will consist more answers for why Mallory and Thomas are Omega's. I'll also explain Isabella Bloom and Joshua Quinn's relation with Mallory. That Emissary was pretty weird though.

Do you like Michael?

Thanks for everything :)

Feel free to tell me what you think I'm doing wrong or/and right