In case you're thinking; "The hell happened after the Island and before Oliver and Slade got back to the kids and then back to Starling?"

Not gonna tell you! (for the most part) :P What happened in Arrow is a mystery so I'm gonna leave those years as pretty much unknown too.

Hilton and Lance sat in the unmarked police cruiser, waiting for their target. Along with a special guest who was lying in the back seats to stay hidden. His legs bent with shoeless feet so his long frame could fit.

"So, why am I here exactly? What did this apparent wolf do?" Oliver asked.

"For the past few months, people have been attacked. They said he was wearing a hood and must have had a knife but no one saw, and when he uses it, he always left two or three cuts." Hilton explained, "He works the most around this area."

"Fatal?"

"No," Lance said, "By the sounds of things. He has protected people."

"Sounds right."

Lance and Hilton looked at each other, before looking into the back seat.

Oliver shifted uncomfortably, unfolding his arms that were acting as a pillow for the back of his head. "Wolves can lose control, especially when they have no one and around the time of the full moon. However, if they do hurt a person, it's usually to protect them from ourselves or another. We can't stand being alone but we can be very violent on the full moon, and kill on accident."

"It has been around the full moon," Hilton pointed out.

Lance gave him an odd look.

"I wondered if the full moon thing was real." The man shrugged. He turned back to the blonde. "So, wolves can be blood thirsty around the full moon?"

"Or clingy, or horny."

"Rather extreme differences," Hilton said.

Oliver glanced out the window, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "... Not always." He said to himself in Mandarin, smirk pulling at his lips. In that moment he caught a scent. It was male, young, free of bodily spray and fragrant soap. He was most defiantly a wolf. Although, he was wearing a rather expensive aftershave. Which was odd seeing the area he lived in, but it smelled familiar. Maybe from the club?

"What does that mean?" Lance asked.

"You're wolf is near," Oliver scented the air. "He's coming this way, walking."

"How far?" Hilton asked.

"Ten minuets."

Lance and Hilton looked to Oliver again.

"I have a good nose. A trained, born wolf, like Slade, can smell a particular person from a mile away, in this form."

Lance and Hilton once again found themselves giving each other an questioning look. Lance nodded. He would ask.

"What do you mean, in this form?"

Oliver opened his mouth but could not think of an excuse. "You would not believe me if I told you. I'll show you another time."

Lance looked on. This just kept getting interesting.

Oliver closed his eyes, breathing the scent of the wolf as it neared ever closer. He fisted his phone from his pocket.

Lance found a possible wolf. Bitten by the sounds of things.

He did not have to wait more than thirty seconds for a reply.

Be careful. The moon is full.

Oliver smiled.

I saw. How are the kids coping?

Ollie felt the phone vibrate in his hand.

Fine. Grant has taken wolf form. I will need to buy a new pillow but other wise, good. Joe is cuddly again and Rose is locked in the basement. Still growling.

Oliver sighed.

She is getting better Slade.

"He's should be heading this way by the smell of things." Oliver said.

"Tell us when he's near," Lance said. Which sounded more like an order but Oliver let it slide.

After five years of causing the man so much pain, still hiding his daughter's existence from him, Oliver knew he deserved the hate.

"Will he be violent if we arrest him?" Hilton asked.

"Depends on the person. Arresting him will mean that you linked him as the wolf that has attacked people. If a hunter finds out, he will more than likely be killed."

Hilton was took back by that answer.

"Well, what are we suppose to do? Hide him?" Lance asked, sounding very unimpressed.

"I don't know," Oliver replied, sending a text to his Alpha to see what he thought. "Maybe the Alpha who bit him will come and claim him. Teach him control."

"So, he'll get worse if not?"

"Better."

Lance frowned. "How?"

"They learn what sets them off and how to stay calm. Born wolves with families of the same, suffer no more than a very bad mood. Bitten wolves and those born with one human parent will always find it harder." Oliver explained. "It also depends on their personality. Like Joe, our youngest. I don't think he'll ever be affected. He's just so peaceful. He plays the piano and accepted his wolf side," his wolf form. "More than being human." Oliver smiled.

"Our?"

Oliver felt his breath catch. "Yeah," He smiled.

Lance sorted, a smile pulling at his lips. "I never thought about you having kids, especially when they aren't technically yours."

"They were from the first moment I met them."

The Amazo had been taken, the survivors stayed on the Island for several months before the boat was finally fixed. It was no easy battle as the only remaining mechanic had been shot by one of Ivo's men. Tensions had been high between everyone due to some of the survivors working for Ivo. This lead to murder, an execution and a suicide, by the last killer because he thought this life they lead was a hopeless one. A line of death which somehow made the fighting stop. Thankfully, it was the last death on the Island, but not the last one ever.

They made it to China, beaching an area a good distance from nearby cities... But the horror was not over. When they got there, they were attacked. Gunned down as they scattered. Fyers' boss had been watching them.

Slade and Oliver had stuck together, later finding out that Anatoli and Shado had each other, who later found Yao Fei in one of their talked about meeting spots. Sara had become completely lost, traveling for days on end, stealing food, living on the streets, till she met Nyssa al Ghul, who saved her. And would later save Oliver. In the end, they would find out that the six of them were all that was left. From leaving the boat, to the nearest city, the other ten had been tracked down and killed.

Meanwhile, Slade found a clear way to make contact with ASIS, who picked them up. After a week of questioning, the two were given their freedom but stayed with ASIS to help find their friends and to figure out what was happening. They set the two of them up in a safe house. They trained Oliver in combat, control, with lessons to further improve his Mandarin so he could blend with his surrounds, lessons in Russian, which almost seemed like a legal requirement for all the spies he had encountered. They had even gone so far as to have him a bow and arrows made so he could home his skills.

The two wolves were still not safe, so for the longest time, Slade could have no contact with his children, and after that, it would be years till they were reunited. His cousin, Wade, was able to keep an eye on them, but the man did have to tell Slade some hard facts about what had happened while he had been away.

Adeline, Slade's ex-wife who had custody of the kids due to Slade's work, had met another wolf. An Alpha, strong but much more submissive than she was. One night, Grant had protected his sister from the two Alphas ganging up on her for being half human. The moon was at its fullest peek, which had them all on edge. Grant submitted when he had to, and thrashed out when that's what they expected of him. He could not have them getting want they wanted, hurting Rose, nor deem him a coward and making an example by hurting one of his siblings. This night got out of hand though.

The Alpha had tried to get Grant to fight him, Adeline had nothing against it, as fighting was a way to train and become stronger. Although it was not the almost playful training, nor did they have a warm up to the event. It was fast hits to the gut, jaw and back of the bed. It was slashing claws across his arms, fangs snapping at the blonde. Grant went for him, gave up all the energy he had to fight back. He went for a kidney shot like his father had shown him, winding the older Alpha but that did not stop him. He just got more into it.

The Alpha extended his claws to full length, and in a blood thirsty glee, went for Grant's stomach. It would not kill him but it would hurt like hell and he would wish he were dead. In that moment, Joe had enough. He jumped onto the man's back, stabbing his claws into his ribcage. The Alpha had thrown him off and slashed a clawed hand across his throat, severing his vocal cords.

Oliver sat on the sofa. Watching a Chinese drama with subtitles, to improve his tones and accent. Slade watched it with him now and again as the acting were terrible and rather funny. Tonight, Oliver was alone. Slade had been in a pretty bad mood since he saw Joe for the first time. He kept his calm while talking with his children and as Joe showed him his wound, but the moment the call ended, Slade punched a whole in the wall. Oliver had left him to practice his archery outside, in the forest that surrounded the large house and came running inside when he heard the older man roar, his animalistic form leaching slowly away with each deep breath he took.

Anyway, Slade was out for a walk in the woods, surprisingly in a fully human form. The first time he saw Joe's mark was near a week ago, and he chattered with his children every chance he got but his mood had yet to pick up. Ollie wished Slade could go see them but he knew that was not possible. They were safer apart until they knew who was chasing them and how to make them stop.

Oliver flinched at a sudden giggle, it took him a few seconds to realise that it was the call sound to that camera feed Slade used to talk to his children. Oliver stepped over to the laptop that sat in the dinning room, open in case of a call. There was a box with the choice to answer the call, above was a picture of the three kids sat together on the beach, all with big smiles on their faces. From the description Slade gave of a picture he had brought with him, which he had lost when he and Billy crash-landed, it looked to be the last photo Slade had of them, till he was believed dead by them.

He had a dilemma about whether or not he should answer the call. It was not his place but at the same time, he did not know if they would call again, so he could tell them that Slade would call them when he got back. Yeah, that's what he would do. Ollie had never used this program before, he felt his nerves building as he reached for the button. He answered the call simply enough, not choosing the video option... Then he realised there was a video option.

A blonde teenager appeared on the screen, being that he was male, Oliver quickly concluded that it was Grant.

"Dad?" Grant gave the screen an odd look. "Something happen to your cam?"

"Um, no," Oliver moved the arrow around, spotting a picture of a camera. He clicked it, a small recording of himself appearing in the corner of the screen. He held up a hand with a small wave. "Hello."

Grant looked the man, leaning into the laptop, to look him up and down. "Do you work with my father?" he asked, eyeing the bangs that hung over the man's eyes.

Oliver shook his head. "No."

"Well, that was kind of obviously, you don't look military. Not sure why I asked."

Oliver grinned. "Don't think I'd last. Never was good at following rules."

Grant smirked. "So you do know my dad."

Oliver nodded. "My name's Oliver Queen-"

Grant pointed at the screen. "You're Oliver? Crap."

The Omega blinked. "I did not know he mentioned me."

"You're his Omega. It's a big deal."

Oliver grabbed a chair, pulling it over so he could sit in front of the computer. "You seem pretty relaxed about that."

Grant gave him a weird looked before pressing his lips together and nodding. "I forget that you were bitten."

Ollie must have made a funny look as Grant started to chuckle. Sounding just like his father.

"And you are defiantly related to Slade."

Grant smirked. "Yeah." He glanced down, "Hm? What's up." A few seconds passed. "I'm talking to Oliver. Wanna join?" He smiled.

Oliver watched as Grant leant to the side and lifted a child into his lap. "Joe?"

The boy nodded slowly, looking a little worried.

Oliver cocked his head. "You look just like your dad, if he had been shrank."

Joe gave a little smile.

The conversation went on, Joe using a little chat box to speak. Oliver had never thought that he would be entertaining to kids but the things he said had Joe's little shoulders shaking. Then Rose joined, sitting next to her brother. They continued talking and Oliver had no idea how much time had passed, but then Rose looked over his shoulder, smiling, showing a set of white teeth.

"Hey, dad!"

Oliver felt his body go stiff, as if all his bones were stuck in place. He gradually turned his head to see Slade leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a smile across his lips.

"Hello, Rose," He stepped over, pulling a chair up next to Oliver and sat down. "How have you been?" He placed a hand on Oliver's lower back, their sides pressed together so they could fit on the screen.

Oliver relaxed into his other half, smiling at the warmth the wolf provided. The conversation just flowed.

"That's good to hear," Lance said, breaking the blonde from his trance.

"Thanks," Oliver was not sure why he was thanking the man, maybe it was because he was being so civil but it just felt right.

"Do they handle the full moon well?" Hilton asked, clarifying; "The kids."

"Grant gets agitated. Rose stays in the basement for her own safety," he smiled, "And Joe..."

Hilton looked back at Oliver's silence to see the blonde deep in thought.

"Joe is just so innocent it's painful," he glanced up. "This guy you're after. Adult or teenager, he's a child in wolf terms. If you can, try and help him. Things are harder for us, surrounded by humans who don't and for their own safety, can't know we exist."

Lance sighed, looking out to all the kids who littered the streets, finding solace in people they should stay clear of. "We'll try."

"All I ask." As the words left Oliver's mouth, he blinked. He sat up. "Hm?"

"What is it?" Lance asked, looking back.

"Our guy panicked and ran away?"

"How close was he?"

"Close enough to smell us but nothing else."

Hilton searched the streets with his eyes, even if it was fruitless. "So we could have met him before?"

"Maybe. His senses would have been overwhelming, I did not think he would be able to pinpoint us. Either way, he must have noticed something he didn't like."

"Well we can't go after him on smell alone," Lance sighed. "We'll drop you back home."

"Thank you," Oliver swung his legs down and pulled his seatbelt on as the engine started, grabbing his shoes from where they lay by his feet. He held off what he wanted to say as Lance turned the car around, holding his tongue so he could think of the right words to say. "Remember when I told you that hunters were researchers."

Lance hummed.

"That's not strictly true," He said, pulling his shoes back on.

"They live up to their name then?" Hilton asked.

Oliver nodded. "Some do like to torture and kill us for fun. It makes us less scary I guess."

Lance blinked. He looked into his rear. "Did that ever happen to you?"

Ollie did not meet his eyes, instead he focused on tying his laces, before looking out the window. "You already know the answer to that. We heal quickly and for the most part, we don't scar," he watched the lights of the lamp posts whizz past like slow moving shooting stars, much larger than the ones he had seen on the island. He almost felt like he was back in China, or visiting the Bravta when Anatoil returned home, with the two hunters in his stride. "Many hunters like that can be identified by a small tattoo on their wrist. Just a line."

Lance felt his hands grip the steering wheel far too tightly. Oliver should have never been felt to suffer. His records showed that he was covered in scars, with mutable broken bones. If he healed as well as he said, what did that say for how much he had suffered.

Seeing Lance in such a state, Hilton took over. "What does it mean?"

"It's a Roman numeral. One. It represents the First."

"The first what?"

Without a blink of the eye, a clench of teeth or a single difference in breath, Oliver said; "The family ties a live wolf down. On the hunter's twenty-first birthday, they cut the wolves' heart out. Most don't wait that long to make a first kill anymore, it's more like a tradition, as is the tattoo."

Lance and Hilton could not believe what they had just heard. It was just so terrible, beyond imagination. It was inhume... It should have been but yet the so called animals were the one's who were suffering, while people carried on with sick justification. Worst of all, hunters existed everywhere, invisible, after invisible threats.

Oliver closed his eyes. He had been so thankful to realise that his mother had no such mark but she still could have been a hunter, the very thing that had nearly killed him so many times in his life, at least on the Island it was a fifty-fifty chance. Half hunters, half wolves. It was rather democratic really. All members being equal, there for the money and nothing else.

"Had it not been for a friend, one I thought was dead. Had she not found me," he snorted. "I would have died like that."

Lance sucked in a breath.

The rest of the journey was in silence. It was not uncomfortable, so much, as sad. Although, Oliver never really thought of his life as being so bad. It was painful but it made him stronger. Living like he had, you either get better or die, he improved. His body could do anything, more than a human, or wolf for that matter could expect, and aside from what some may think to be weird or bad about him, mentally he had also adapted, and he much preferred who he was now than before the Island.

The car pulled up to the road leading to the Queen manor. Oliver removed the belt. "The reason I told you about hunters is because I may have a problem," he got out the car, shutting the door behind him. Lance lowered the window, and Ollie leant down so he could talk to the two men.

"There are hunters like that in Starling?" Hilton questioned, eyebrows knitted in concern.

"No idea, but a few days ago, someone I know, who knows about wolves, she tested Slade for being a wolf and she knows that he is," Oliver said, "If she is a hunter, that could be very bad for me. I don't think she would do anything to harm Slade and his kids but," he ran a hand through his hair with a exhale. "For some hunters, if their family or close friends are bitten. They lock them away with a gun or a knife, and leave them to make the decision. It's seen as a last attempt for the person to beat the wolf or something. Either way, they don't like one of their own turning."

"What do you want us to do?" Lance asked without a moment's hesitation.

"I need you to do a background check on someone, well possibly two someones."

Lance nodded. "Names?"

"Moira and Robert Queen."

Now, out of all the shocking things Oliver had said to the two men since his return. That was by far the most surprising and gut wrenching they had heard, especially when it was backed up with their new knowledge about hunters.

Lance nodded, not really knowing what to say.

"Thank you," Oliver smiled before taking his leave.

"Wait a minute!" Lance grabbed the car window frame, poking his head out. "You're going to go back there?"

Oliver walked back. "I can't brake my rhythm, it would give away that I know something," he leant down. "She already called me out on it once. I managed to hide it by saying she figured out Slade and I were dating. I can't take that risk again, plus she could go after Slade and his kids. If she is a hunter."

"And if she is a hunter and she finds out? What then?"

"Hopefully I can finish my sentence before she stabs me in the heart," Oliver mumbled. The stunned look from Hilton and the angry one from Lance said that it may have not been the time for gallows humour. "I can protect myself."

As he moved away again, Lance grabbed hold of his arm. Oliver was surprised by this, but even more so as, when he was turning back, he saw that each of their hands were on the other's underside of their arm. Lance's ring and little finger were even brushing against his wrist. It was like the start of that ritual of trust Slade had first shown him all those years ago, followed by all the wolves on the boat, and Slade's children.

"You be careful," Lance said, looking deep into Oliver's wide eyes. He did not drop his grip. "If anything happens," he took a card from his pocket and held it out to the blonde. "You call me,"

As Oliver took the card, the Sargent let go. "Thank you."

Lance nodded.

For the three of them, Lance offering help, choosing to protect Oliver over his hate for him, was something that could not have been expected but in retrospect, knowing the kind of man Lance was, it should have been.

Oliver walked along the green, listening to the sound of the car moving away. Still recovering over all that had happened in the past hour.

He removed the phone from his jacket pocket without a second thought, writing a message to Sara.

Do it. Return home.

He nearly dropped his phone when a taxi flew passed him and in that instant, he caught the smell of a familiar aftershave. The one belonging to the werewolf they had been waiting for. He watched the taxi go for nearly half a minuet, his breath catching when it turned in to the Queen manor.

He jumped into a run.