"I was nowhere near alone on the Island, not for a single day," Oliver said honestly, "although my first encounter with another human was not exactly pleasant."

"Werewolves?" Hilton asked, taking a seat, followed by his disgruntled partner.

"Hunter. Shot me," Oliver answered. "They study and are specially trained to take down wolves. You could have even met one working at the police station. They have a code and only handle the matters that would have been chalked up to wild animals otherwise. They're not vigilantes... well most of them aren't."

"Vigilantes?" the word peaked Lance's interest. "As in the hood?"

Oliver unbuttoned his shirt so he could show the men the wound Yao Fei had left him. "Does that look like a gunshot wound to you?"

Lance grabbed hold of Oliver's shirt, pulling it to the side to get a better look.

Oliver resisted ripping the man's hand away but he could not hold in the growl that build in his chest.

Quentin pulled his hand back slowly, eyes wide.

"Sorry..." Ollie mumbled. "I don't think this hood is a hunter. No. For one thing, none of the people he killed were wolves. He is also doing it out in the open, hunters are made up of family and they would have killed him for his actions," he shrugged, "or joined him. This man is using a hunter's weapon but I can't tell you any more than that."

"Where are hunters from? Where could he have learnt to shoot?" Lance asked.

"Europe, Asia, America, not Africa."

Lance raised a brow. "Why not?"

"He's wearing leather. Africa is very hot and it's not green. He likely wears green to blend into the surroundings he's used to. If I had to guess, I would say he's Canadian."

"Why Canadian?" Hilton asked.

"He wears an outfit to expect cold temperatures," true, "and he's wearing a French species of Wolfsbane," also true. At their very confused expressions, Ollie continued. "My senses are very powerful. Wolfsbane is a plant that can kill a wolf, it can also be used by a werewolf to hide their scent of not being human or make them completely invisible, like he did. But good for you, he's human which makes it a lot harder to figure out the amount to put on. He soaked himself in it, far too much. I could smell the flowers. It's French."

Lance shook his head. "How do we know you didn't kill those men? You're capable."

"I am," Oliver said, "I've killed. I did so to survive, to keep those I care about alive and I do not regret an ounce of blood on my hands as I've never killed someone who had not tried to kill me first and would have continued to try to."

Lance looked straight into those blue eyes, seeing a darkness he had seen many times in those made to change inside, those who saw and made others die but the look reminded him of soldiers, not killers.

"I can shoot a gun, I can make bomb or two but when I fight, I use my claws and fangs. I cannot shoot a bow."

"What happened to you on that Island?" Lance asked.

Oliver looked down to the wood of the table, remembering those he had lost, wolves and humans who had endured months of torture on that boat. Only Sara and Anatoli survived on the Island after that. He would always remember the first to die, Peter, a wolf, bordering on death after Ivo had exposed his body to radiation for a month. Ollie had curled around the wolf as he tried and failed to heal. Then, when Slade got caught by Ivo, Peter made the decision to run in head first as a distraction, he was shot multiple times but kept running, taking out all the men and wolves he could. Then he died.

"The essence of heroism is to die so that others can live," the blonde said. His eyes shone a vibrant blue with the overwhelming sadness. "He was my friend and he was dying after..." his fingers pulled together, knuckles clicking, hands shaking, "after a man tortured him for months. That wolf ran into a wall of bullets so we could save my friend from what had happened to him and when I asked him why, that's what he told me."

Hilton and Lance watched Oliver. He looked so destroyed, angry. His eyes were full of hate, yet worn away before his years.

"He sounds like a brave man," Hilton said.

Oliver relaxed with a sigh. "He was. They all were but that didn't save them. Not all of them."

Oliver remembered wondering where Ivo was holding Slade as they stormed the boat. When they saw Ivo sitting against a wall, out cold, his arm torn from its socket, Ollie knew it was Slade's doing, especially when he found the Aussie. Ivo had removed his left eye; thankfully he had sown up the wound. A member of the crew had shot Slade in the spine after he attacked Ivo as the man was distracted by Peter. He had only just missed and Slade had been smart enough to play dead until Oliver came in, at which point he grabbed the man's head and cracked his skull, like it was an egg.

Oliver took in a breath, exhaled it and shook his head rapidly side to side. When he stopped, he lifted his head and smiled the best he could. "My past is not something you need to know but there is one thing I should tell you about. We join together with humans to make packs but we have a hierarchy."

The two were stunned by his sudden switch in emotion, although Oliver's eyes - now back to their human shade - gave away that there was still a part of him broken from his past, still desperately trying to recover or at the very least hide it.

Lian Yu, five years ago

Oliver released his grip, watching the arrow fly from his bow, his heart skipping a beat when it hit the red dot on the tree perfectly. "I... did it?" he laughed. "I did it!"

"A wolf becoming a hunter is not something I've seen before," Yao Fei said from where he stood with crossed arms. "It should be," he started to walk over to Oliver, patting his shoulder. "Your abilities will make you a good archer but your heart will make you greater."

Ollie smiled, although he was looking at the man sheepishly. Surprised by what he had said. "Thank you."

Yao Fei sighed. They were not expected to be back for a while, now was the time. "Oliver. There are many things you don't know about wolves and I am worried about your safety."

"With Slade?" Oliver backed up. "Why?"

"I do not mean to offend but an Alpha has the ability to sway the mind and emotions of his Betas," Yao Fei stepped forward. "Just in case something like that is happening, I wish to test him."

Oliver bit his lip in thought. "Okay. How?"

"An Alpha," he started, undoing his sleeveless green jacket. "Can force a bond with a Beta but in doing so that bond will affect them," he held out the item of clothing to the blond, shaking it when the man did not take it.

Oliver took what the Chinese man offered, eyeing it in confusion.

"Having you smell of another, the same gender of the Alpha will cause emotions which will not be controlled if the bond is possessive," he pointed to his jacket. "You remove your shirt and wear that for the rest of this lesson and you will smell like me."

"Whoa," Oliver held up a hand. "I don't want him getting the wrong idea."

Yao Fei looked Oliver in the eyes. "He is a smart man and a born wolf. If he is not under the effect of a forced bond, he will be able to smell that nothing happened."

Ollie looked down to the jacket and sighed. "Could I have really..." he ran a hand through his hair.

"I am hoping that your sudden confidence is the sign of your change from a Beta to an Omega."

Oliver looked up at that. "An Omega?"

Starling City, 2012

"What's an Omega?" Hilton asked. "That's what that man called you."

Oliver smiled. He had just finished explaining born wolves and first born Alphas, the roles of a leading Alpha, freshly bitten Betas, how killing an Alpha could make a Beta an Alpha and how an Alpha could control their Betas; making them practically robots.

Oliver paused, thinking about how to word this. It was a lengthy explanation. "Wolves have partners, wolf or human, either is fine as long as the leader says it's fine. An Alpha or Beta can be the partner or mate of the leading Alpha, as a human can be but wolves under the Alpha will naturally submit to him or her to keep everyone in order," he said. "Now like human relationships, we are equal to our partner. As long as an Alpha cares for their Beta and does not force a bond, if they were made by them, the relationship will be equal. However only the leading Alpha is the true leader and all the rest, regardless of what they are, will follow. An Omega is the partner of that Alpha and can rule like the Alpha, even take charge of the pack if the Alpha dies, instead of another Alpha. They have to be just as strong and fearless as Alphas but their eyes do not become red and they cannot make other wolves."

"So you're..." Lance sighed. "What exactly?"

"Well if you don't mind the pun, I am the Queen to the King," Oliver shrugged. "I am the leader of the pack with and equal to the Alpha but my title can make others think less of me. Even if the proof of a strong pack is to have both an Alpha and Omega," he held up his hands. "Let's put it this way. Alpha and Omega are the beginning and the end, and not just because a leading Alpha is always searching for their other half to make their pack complete. If an Alpha is weak, dying. It used to be the Omega's job to end it or at the very least, decide when with our more modern medicine."

"Okay," Lance said, "I think I get it."

Oliver smirked. "A lot quicker than I did."

Lance nodded. "Well yeah."

It took Oliver a second to realise the insult.

"So this leader Alpha, was she the one who made you?" Hilton asked.

Oliver nodded. "To bring me back to life."

"How did you die?"

"Broken neck."

"You're kidding, right?" Lance asked. The young billionaire had to be.

"It was quick," Ollie said, "Slade brought me back and took care of me, taught me how to fight, how to use my new senses."

"Slade?" Hilton questioned. "Interesting name."

"Old English, classic wolf name," Oliver explained. "And male if that's what you were wondering."

"That," Lance said, "I will admit I did not expect."

Oliver stood from the picnic table but there was just one more thing he needed to say. "My pack has since split, going their separate ways, as packs often do. It now consists of myself, Slade, Grant, Rose and Joe. All of which will be here in a few days."

"They were on the Island with you?" Hilton guessed.

Oliver shook his head. "Those are Slade's three kids."

Lance blinked. He pointed at the blond. "You..."

"Are a father of three werewolves? Yes," he took a few steps back. "And I need to go pick up some new house keys for us. I would really appreciate if this conversation and everything in it was kept under wraps."

"Your family doesn't know?" Lance stood.

"Not a thing," Ollie said, "You can understand why, can't you?"

Lance sighed heavily, falling back down in his seat.

"Look. I'm a part of this life now and I can't change that but I'm not a bad person. Goodbye Sargent," he nodded to Lance, "Detective," and to Hilton before taking his leave.

After a few seconds Hilton turned to Lance. "What do you think?"

"That he can probably still hear us."

Oliver held his arm out, giving the men a thumbs up, never turning around. He did however fish the mobile from his pocket. It occurred to him that he needed a job, his own money, both he and Slade needed work and the club would go to Thea, to give her some responsibilities. Why not Queen Consolidated? He would have to in the end, why not take Slade on board with him? The man was fluent in many languages and great at persuading. The business side of things was going to be a problem for the both of them...

Lian Yu, five years ago

Oliver took the quietest deep breaths he could as he and Yao Fei walked up to the plane. His hands were sweating and he felt so unbelievably nervous. He was a little worried about Slade assuming something if smell was such an important thing to wolves. Yao Fei's scent was light on his skin but what he had with Slade was the closest the blond wolf had ever come to a meaningful relationship and he did not want to see a look of betrayal in Slade's dark eyes or worse hatred. Meaning what Oliver felt could have all been because of a forced bond or he really was Slade's Omega thing and Slade did not like it.

Oliver wanted this, he wanted to be Slade's Omega but he had never felt such a need to keep a lover in his life before. What if this was all just a fling to Slade? He had three kids back home, even if he and his ex-wife had been apart for years. They could not have a future... They shouldn't.

Slade stepped out of the plane and spotted the two men straight away. He cocked a brow and walked over to them. "Why do you smell of him?" he asked Oliver, pointing a finger at Yao Fei.

Slade seemed pretty chilled out but confused, although he had a natural way of portraying anger with his booming voice and lowered eyebrows.