This is a carry on from "Can't Resist". Read that first.

Looking forward to the story mz_valkyrie and I will be writing? I bet you are.

The wooden door opened and a blonde haired blue-eyed ASIS agent stepped inside. "Okay Oliver, you are all set to get on a plane within the hour," the man said, his Australian accent distinctive.

Oliver nodded, blue eyes still looking out of the window. He would miss Australia.

After joining first Shado and then Yao Fei, who turned out to be from a long line of hunters known as the Yao archers, the two werewolves had been able to take down Fyers once and for all. A few months later Ivo showed up, looking for somewhere to set up while he experimented on people. Turns out his wife had Huntington's disease; a type of dementia that hit a person in their early thirties, killing before they were fifty at most. It would damage the brain so badly that the person would shake and jump around uncontrollably and there was no real way of stopping it. Ivo however, found out about wolves and about their healing abilities. No wolf ever suffered from dementia. She was immune to the bite, but he could still learn about the half man half beast and their DNA in comparison to humans, so that he could save her.

The boat was full of humans and wolves alike, and, amazingly, Sara.

After accidentally taking down the ship, Oliver's group, Sara, a wolf called Anatoli and a few other survivors, some human, others wolves, took refuge on the Island. One man died after asking for the bite, another hung himself. Over the next two years, events that Oliver would have never believed killed off the rest of the humans and wolves from the boat, leaving only Anatoli and Sara, the last of which had found a home with the League of Assassins.

The League was not as bad as they sounded. They were hunters, but they acted more like peace keepers between wolves and humans, keeping everything in order and happily killing those who stepped out of line and revealed secrets to those who did not need to know. ASIS was similar in that respect, but they had both wolves and people working for them.

In the final year, after being found by fishermen, Yao Fei and Shado returned home at long last and Oliver followed Slade to Australia.

Slade had been married in the past and she had left after falling for a hunter while Slade was believed dead. She turned away and never looked back to her pups, strongly believing the old law that they would be strong enough to look after themselves as long as they had an Alpha. Oliver knew this; he also knew that Slade had three kids, or pups: Grant, who at this very moment was nineteen, Rose, who was seventeen, and little Joe, who was ten.

Grant was a proud man and as the first child of an Alpha, he was also an Alpha. He was the same build and height as his father with a strong angular jaw, blonde hair, and a set of blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned. Rose was albino. She had white layered hair with a fringe, very light skin, deep blue eyes with long, always mascara covered eyelashes, framed with black eyeliner and her plump lips were blown up with cherry red lipstick. And Joe was just like his father, from his skin colour, hair and eyes to his wolf; black, but with a set of gold eyes instead of Alpha red. Joe was only a child so he was still a pup, only just small enough to carry by the scruff of his neck. Rose was all snow white with bright blue eyes like Oliver and Grant had warm brown fur with flashes of yellow and black, and Alpha red eyes.

"You know, we can hold off the flight until Slade is able to join you," the agent said, knowing how stubborn Oliver could be sometimes.

"Yeah, I know," Oliver laughed. "But I don't want to push it off any longer. Plus, you know us wolves. We like to make a den for our pack to live in."

The agent smiled. "Oh I see." He very nearly asked if that was not Slade's job as the Alpha of the pack. He sometimes forgot that Oliver was equal to the leader of the pack, even if one of his underlings was an Alpha. All this hierarchy was confusing.

As father to his children and as an Alpha, Slade lead the pack. There was a tertiary spot in the pack, along with Alphas and Betas. An Alpha lead a pack of Betas and younger Alphas -although an Alpha very rarely accepted an outside Alpha. The Alphas and Betas could have partners, or mates as they were often called, and human or wolf, they could have the chance to be welcomed to the pack if the Alpha approved. An Omega was something completely different. An Omega was the mate to the Alpha of the pack. He or she was equal to the Alpha, often being the one the pack members would go to for help and comfort. Their eyes were still their original colour, but being in command meant that they had to be just as strong and intimidating as an Alpha, and they had to look out for their pack as much as the Alpha.

Although truth be told Omegas were more healers and carers than fighters.

Slade's children made up the pack and Oliver quickly began to care for them. Not being born a wolf did mean that the blonde was often confused and worried if they fought with their claws and teeth out or overwhelmed when one of them -especially Grant- curled up next to him to have a nap, but apparently packs were like that.

"Well, we're gonna miss you."

Oliver smiled and stood from where he sat on the windowsill, he stepped over to the agent. "I'm going to miss you all too."

"And if you get hungry, order food. No chomping down on people."

"Fuck you, Wade."

"Ew. Mate, you already have my cousin." Wade grimaced before grinning like a fool at his own joke. He held out his arms. "Come on wolf pup. Don't leave me like this."

Oliver shook his head. He hugged the man, squeezing him with just that hint of werewolf strength.

"Too tight," Wade gasped overdramatically.

"You're too fragile," Oliver said to the human as he pulled away.

Oliver eyed the city of Starling from his hospital window. The sounds, smells and bright lights were so much bigger than he remembered, but then again he was a wolf now.

He thought about Anatoli. The Bratva leader had men in the city. He was an amazing Alpha who controlled gangs of humans and wolves around the globe, an Alpha of many leading Alphas. He liked Oliver and gave him the mark of a commander, a role often filled by wolves, but rarely someone other than an Alpha.

His mind was mostly filled of where their den should be. Werewolves still lived in houses, but a den was a place to gather and hide the younger and weak if there was trouble. It was very important that they had a den and Oliver could do with a place to hide his bow and suit, which Yao Fei and Shado had been kind enough to send him, with the very hood Yao Fei had given him as the hood on his new outfit. A wolf dressed as a hunter.

He was at this moment looking into some of his father's old factories which he could turn into a night club to hide why he was always there and put the den underneath.

Oliver's eyelids fell shut as he remembered his last full day with his pack. Rose and Oliver had turned into wolves to have an early morning run in the outback, Grant joined them a few hours later to find that Rose had climbed up a tree and due to being overambitious she had gone too far and could not get back down. Wolves could not laugh, so either Oliver found it very funny or he was lying on the floor, rolling around and letting out grunts because he had an itch on his side.

They had every meal together that day and Joe seemed to want a walk every second Oliver was free. Many wolves found pretending to be dog on a lead degrading, but Joe loved that Oliver could take him to areas of town he could not go to in his wolf form. Once he was thirteen, Joey would no longer pass as any sort of dog so for now the family just went with it.

At night, the family did the rare act they saved only for comfort or for that one Christmas night every year, as part of tradition. They all changed into wolves and huddled together as a pack, sleeping like that throughout the night.

Luckily for Oliver, falling asleep as a wolf and waking human was not an accident, although it lead to great things. What really happened was that Slade had woken up and turned back, using his Alpha energy to coerce his Beta into changing too. Then he went back to sleep to leave a very freaked out Oliver to wake him up a few hours later. It was clever, even if Oliver was pissed off, amused, but still not every happy. Slade promised never to do it again as it was controlling of him and to this day he had never gone back on his word.

Oliver's ears pricked up as he heard the sounds of his doctor and mother talking in the hallway. His eyes flew open, shining bright. He wanted to run out the door and hug her so badly, but he did not. He did not need people knowing he was a Wolf and she needed to know what happened to him to hopefully understand. He willed the energy away, sighing as his eyes returned to their normal state.

Oliver had not been happy to wake up tied to a chair after he and Tommy had set out to check out the city. He did not need to drag out his claws or teeth to kill the men who had kidnaped him. He did not want to kill them, but they knew far too much. They saw him fight and the way his eyes glowed.

Lance had not been happy to see him again and neither had Laurel, who was sleeping with Tommy from what Oliver could smell. Ollie took their hate, had Sara died it would have been his fault. It was his fault that she was stuck in this life, never to be the innocent girl she once was.

Days went on with Oliver building in the factory and nights were filled with him sleeping in his closet, hiding in wolf form behind a large oak box. He could hear his mother check on him at night, wondering what he did every night, but he could not risk attacking her or anyone else if they disturbed him, his teeth and claws would come out.

Not long after his return, Oliver had to attend a court hearing to pretty much declare him alive, followed by a night in his honour. Oliver managed to choke hold his bodyguard and make his debut as an archer, tracking down a man on his father's list and trying to figure out why the book was so important. If Diggle was a little suspicious before, now he was full blown paranoid that Oliver was trained which was true and Lance pretty much knew for a fact that Oliver was the archer. That would have to change.

Ollie met with Alexi Leonov when a sniper took out one of his targets on the list. He was likely a grey wolf from the colour of his eyebrows, but the blonde could not be sure. He had revealed himself as a Commander and Anatoli would put word in for him when Alexi got in contact. He did and Oliver now had the trust of the Starling city Solntsevskaya Bratva and all the humans and wolves that operated in it.

Oliver played the fool, pretended to be who he once was to the public and to those around him to keep them safe. As he found out more about Diggle, he liked him as a pack member.

Interesting thing about wolves was that they longed for a big pack. And while Diggle may or may not ever be part of Oliver's true pack, part of his family such as Slade, his children and all those who spent their years on Lian Yu, he could still use him as an ally.

It did not go well.

Diggle left and Oliver managed to convince him in the end after telling him that Floyd Lawton was the one who killed his brother. The man came round and accepted being part of Oliver's team, just in time for the young billionaire to be arrested. The timing could not be better really.

He was locked up, questioned, sent to court. Everything was going to plan, which he had to keep assuring Slade over coded text when he could get a moment with his phone.

He threw a party, nearly got killed by a waiter and Diggle cleared his name. All went as planned, minus the waiter.

Oliver had focused his senses past the smell of gun powder from Lance, the smell of perfume and deodorant from the party guests and found just what he was looking for. The dead man was no wolf, but his gun was given to him by one. He would have to ask Alexi about this.

"Mr Queen?" Lucas Hilton called to the blonde.

"Hm?" Oliver looked up. "Sorry. I was just thinking."

"You have had a long day," the man said.

Oliver snorted. "Tell me about it." Ollie liked Lance's partner. He was a kind man, likely as fearless as Lance was.

Quentin looked over to his partner with a leer. He had been a little kinder to Oliver once he found out about what Billy had done to him, leaving out the part where his neck had been broken.

Oliver wished he could tell the man about his daughter being alive, he really did, but Sara did not want him to know the woman she had become. The assassin, the hunter.

The house was empty as the party guests had left. Moira, Thea, Laurel and Tommy were all downstairs as the officers finished taking evidence from the other rooms the man had been in when he was still breathing, the body long since gone. Hilton and Lance spoke with Oliver about the incident.

All sound was blocked out as Oliver caught a smell. The smell of a wolf, the wolf who touched the gun, entering his house from this floor and being that they were on the third floor it was likely via window.

"Someone's here," Oliver said, standing.

"I didn't hear anything," Lance said, looking at Oliver with an odd expression.

Oliver heard the sound of thumping along the hallway which lead to the stairs. They were too late, he was on his way. There was no way out.

Oliver stepped forward, facing the door and, holding his arms out, pushing the Sargent and Detective back behind him. "Get back. To the wall."

"The hell are you-" Lance started when the door opened and there stood a man.

He was in his early forties, eyes grey, hair short and black with light stubble on his pointed chin. He was wearing a waiter's uniform. "You heard me coming?" he smiled and his eyes flashed blood red, claws coming from his fingers and his teeth sharpened enough so show their fanged state. "None of you are leaving this room alive."

"What is that?" Lucas asked, backing up and reaching for his gun.

Lance aimed his gun at the man... Thing. "Get back," he yelled, hoping to draw some attention from downstairs, but fearing that they were all already dead.

"Correction," Oliver said. He knew that the wolf could not smell that they were alike as Oliver had a home-made Wolfsbane spray from Shado. Claws flew from his hands, his teeth becoming long and sharp, eyes shining blue. "That would be you," he said, voice coming out low and slightly muffled by his teeth.

Lance and Hilton eyed Oliver in shock. The blonde turned his head to look at them, giving them a full view of his new form before turning back to the threat at hand.

"Beta," the wolf growled.

"Omega, if you must know."

"An Alpha's bitch," the wolf smiled.

Oliver allowed his body to transform further, hair growing from his face as sideburns, claws and fangs growing. "We'll see."

The Alpha did the same.

Oliver grinned. Just as planned.