Blaine's wolf had never quite reacted to another were like this before. All his pack always inspired protectiveness and dominance in him, the omegas especially, but this was entirely new. As he carried Hunter's abused, fragile omega out of the room in his arms, his wolf was going wild inside him, frothing with rage at how the other Alpha had treated this beautiful creature, chomping at the bit to claim the omega, heal his wounds, do everything in his power to protect him and restore him to full health, make him happy and safe. And, Blaine felt guilty, given the circumstances, his wolf was also wild with arousal, salivating at the thought of mating with this wolf. But Blaine clamped down control on the Alpha instincts slamming against him trying to get free. The omega's slight, shivering frame, the bruises and dried blood, how he was clearly malnourished and scared, all pushed sex far from the list of Blaine's priorities.

Wes was asking what they would do, now that Blaine had killed Lima's Alpha, and once they were outside, the others chimed in with questions and worries. Blaine could hear the omegas heartbeat rising faster and faster as they all crowded in, his breathing quicken as his body stiffened in Blaine's arms.

"Settle down," Blaine said quietly, and they all did, even Santana, who frowned and looked like she was itching to press for more information.

Blaine knew he should give the omega over to Sam, Tina, and Thad, but something inside him held the new wolf close.

"We'll discuss everything once we're home. For now, Santana and Mike, I need you both to stay in Lima until arrangements can be made."

Tina and Mike both looked crestfallen.

"Tina and Sam will stay with you."

He knew this was the best arrangement. This way, Mike could have his mate close, and Santana could have Sam, who was Brittany's brother, and the best available substitute to soothe her wilder temperament until the rest of his pack could return home.

"Thad and Wes, you'll be coming back with me."

"What about him?" Santana asked, nodding at the wolf in Blaine's arms.

Blaine looked down at him. The omega had passed out, probably from panic. Blaine held him tighter. "I'll be taking him back home. The rest of the Lima wolves will have to adjust to a new Alpha that the council appoints, but he's too…"

"Vulnerable," Santana finished, nodding her head with another frown.

Each of his pack came forward, one at a time, lowering their heads and eyes in a goodbye. Blaine fondly bumped his cheek against each of their heads to show his affection. Tina whined softly, and Blaine let out a low rumble in his chest to reassure her. Only Wes and Thad stayed back, waiting for Blaine to join them for the journey home.

Blaine normally liked to drive, but he let Wes take the wheel, opting instead to take the backseat for himself and the omega. Thad sat in the front with Wes, and Blaine liked having the room. His wolf was still agitated by all that had happened, the fight, the kill, the desire for the omega, but he was calmed by being able to hold the other man so close. The omega was sleeping, a small frown on his face, and Blaine wanted to kiss it away, but he of course did not. Instead he simply held him, eyes skating over his face and body, noting where he was hurt the most, and his hand coming up to push his dirty hair off of his face. Every protective instinct inside of him was raging, and he tried to quiet his wolf's fury by planning in his mind what needed to be done: feed and bathe the omega, tend to his wounds, learn as much as he could about him, make sure he was never hurt again. He tried to ignore his wolf screaming "mate" at him. He knew it had to be the last thing this omega would be interested in.

When they arrived back in Lima, Wes told Blaine that the council had gathered. Rather than go directly to them, Blaine had Wes drop off Thad and then drive to Blaine's house.

"I'll be along soon," Blaine told Wes as he got out of the car, the omega still cradled safely in his arms. "I want to make sure he's safe and comfortable first...well, as comfortable as possible, given his current state." He shifted the man in his arms when he stirred a little.

Wes nodded, his eyes flickering over the omega. "I can meet with the council if you like and brief you before you address them."

"Thanks, Wes."

Blaine blew out a relieved breath when he stepped inside his home. Memories of fighting Hunter flashed in his head, his paws striking powerful blow, his claws sinking into the grey wolf's side, and his teeth finally gripping his jugular, powerful jaws clamping down as he went for the kill, warm blood splashing on his face and down his front, satisfying his need for bloodlust. It had taken everything in him to return to human form and put on the extra pair of pants he always carried with him before going over to the terrified omega hiding behind the chair. And though his wolf had preened at the sight of the omega's submission, belly presented and long throat bared, he knew it was because of fear and survival, not respect or belonging, so he found no real pleasure in it.

He gently placed the man in his arms on his bed, wincing when the omega whimpered quietly in pain. He pulled the blankets over his trembling body, nuzzling his hair.

"I wish I could stay with you, but the council calls. Sleep," he whispered against the omega's hair, "rest, and heal. I'll be back soon."

His wolf paced resentfully, and Blaine agreed with it. All he wanted was to hold the omega close, and do everything to help him heal and feel better. He wanted his scent, his essence, his protection, all over the fragile were, but it would have to wait until he'd spoken with the council, and all the arrangements for Lima and for the omega were put into place.