Safe and Sound

Raven walks out into the alley behind the mechanic shop spinning her keys and spots dead in her tracks when she spots blonde hair and dirty bare skin. Her face twists with worry and she steps closer. "Clarke?"

The lump groans and slowly blue eyes flutter open. There is dirt cakes on every inch of the blonde, twigs in her hair and a metallic taste in her mouth as she rolls to her knees shakily. "Raven?"

"Fuck, what happened to you?" Raven yanks off her jacket and throws it over the blonde's shoulders as she kneels down next to her, hands hovering. "You were at the mountains yesterday. A fucking five hour drive. What happened?"

The blonde pulls the jacket tighter around her, furrowing her brow as dirty nails dig into leather. "I don't. I don't know." Images flash in her mind, a need a want. The smell of motor oil. Fear deep in her gut and her left ribs ache.

"Fuck." Raven helps her roommate up, arm slipped around her back to keep her steady. "We should call the police."

Clarke stiffens, something eating at her stomach. It lurches with fear at the mention of police and she shakes her head frantically. "No. No. I'm fine."

"You're fine?!" Raven's hand tightens on a jacket covered hip and dark eyes flash with fury. "You're naked behind the mechanic shop without any memory."

"I think I may have been slightly drunk." Clarke furrows her brow shaking her head at the hazy images in her brain. "Or high. I have flashbacks of last night. Just. I wanted to be home." She shrugs dirt caked shoulders. "I must have run here."

Raven stares at her incredulously. "Naked?"

Clarke swallows and winces, remembering the burning of her muscles. "I got hot."

"You got hot?" Raven tones sarcastically before she sighs in defeat. "Whatever, it's fine if you don't want the police." She slips an arm around the blonde, nervously looking over her roommate over for injuries unable to see any under the dirt. "Just. Just tell me if you need anything."

Almost a month passes since that night. Twenty days of vetting questions and headaches from her teachers and friends. Twenty days of Clarke waking up and doing things she shouldn't be able to do, lifting the bed like it was nothing when her pencil rolled under it. Nights spent pressing her face into her pillow and struggling to sleep with all the smells filling the apartment. Week-old cheese behind the fridge, Raven's dirty socks stuck behind the washer. Hours spent struggling to study, ears ringing and hands fisted as conversations and noise bombard her. She lasts twenty days before she corners Raven in their apartment, hands clasped together in front of her stomach.

Raven looks up with a half smile from her homework, wrench loose in her hand. "What's up Doc?"

Clarke swallows before squaring her shoulders. "I'm a werewolf."

 Raven wipes her fingers against her pant leg to clean them of the grease as she grins. "Your legs do get pretty hairy but come on Clarke quit joking."

Clarke swallows, licking her lips before squaring her shoulders, listening to the steady beat of Raven's heart as her own jumps. "It happened Christmas break, the night I was hiking at the mountain with Bellamy and Octavia, before I showed up naked outside the place you were working." Raven looks skeptic, shifting to sit up straight and Clarke swallows nervously before breathing in deeply. "You had sex with John Belede an hour ago, you had Doritos for lunch and your clothes are the ones you wore yesterday to your engineering class. You spilled a solvent on them." 

Raven furrows her brow, shifting in her seat and staring at her roommate of three years. "Okay, that's in stalker territory." Clarke lifts up her shirt without preamble, stark white scars form the shape of a horrid and jagged bite mark across her ribs that Raven hadn't seen the night of the mountain. Raven stiffens, staring at the blonde, eyes dark with worry, heart hammering away in her chest.

Clarke swallows, hands shaking. "I can smell it on you Raven. I can smell your apprehension and fear." Clarke drops the shirt, hand shaking as she runs them through her hair. "Fuck. I'm sorry." Clarke takes a few steps back, almost tripping over her feet. Raven's heart beat is too loud in her ears and her scent to strong as Clarke's eyes flash gold.

Raven stands suddenly, reaching for Clarke. "Shit no, I'm not scared of you." She steps closer, face twisted in confusion. "Just. Holy shit." She shakes her head, pulling in a deep breath before sighing. "Does that mean super hearing?"

Clarke nods stiffly, muscle ready to spring into action. To run. "Yes."

Raven wrinkles her nose, thinking of a romp ten days ago just in the living room. "You hear me and Daisy go at it?" Clarke looks up with wary eyes before nodding. Raven snorts. "Yikes. Sorry you had to hear that." She flashes Clarke a grin and Clarke relaxes, everything was going to be alright.

The months of university bleed together. Nights spent covering for Clarke during a full moon turned into 'girl nights' to everyone else. Three nights a month where Clarke and Raven would be MIA. Days spent shoving boys with too much axe away from Clarke just to spare her nose led to Raven and Clarke walking together more on campus.

Clarke drops down silently beside Raven, being sure to stay downwind of the smelly food court and the improv basketball practice to her right. "Everyone's convinced we're dating."

Raven looks up in confusion from the wires in her hand. "I know we're hot, but why?"

Clarke winces, shifting to let her nose brush her collar, the smell of the sweaty boys shifting in the wind. "Apparently three girl nights a month means three nights of nonstop sex."

There's a dangerous gleam in Raven's eyes as her lips twitch. "So they think we're banging on the nights you go tromping through the forest?"

Clarke frown's shoving at Raven's shoulder. "O also said we act like a couple now."

Raven shrugs, untangling her fingers from the wires on her lap. "You do sit closer to me than normal." She tilts her head to the side. "And we walk everywhere together."

Clarke frowns, wincing as the wind shifts again. "You smell better than half the population here, I can't hep not wanting to get a whiff of jock itch number 2."

Raven laughs, snorting loud enough to gain some curious eyes before they turn away. "I'm kidding pup, calm down." Raven leans against her shoulder more fully and they sit in silence for a bit, enjoying the small bit of warmth while they can before Raven stiffens. "Does this mean I cant have sex anymore?" Her eyes are wide with apprehension. "Cuz that might be a deal breaker Griffin. That's my stress relief."

Clarke shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "It's not like we're dating, people assumed." She shrugs, jostling Raven's shoulder with her own. "Do what ever you want."

Raven turns to relax back onto the grass, throwing her head in Clarke's lap as she stuffs the wire back in its box "Awesome, i'll still be there for you on the moon but I get my nights."

Clarke frowns, stretching her legs out to give Raven more room. "You're not my keeper Raven." 

Raven pinches at Clarke's thigh. "No but i'm your friend, hell i'm your best friend now." Her eyes dance as they find Clarke's. "Alpha of the pack." Clarke shakes her head and Raven grins widely as Clarke jostles Raven's head with her thighs. "I don't follow people Pup, I lead." 

Clarke snorts, tilting her head to let the sun hit her face as she leans back on her hands. "No you do whatever you want and make everyone else go along with it. 

The mechanic grunts low in her throat. "Isn't that what leading is?" 

Clarke wrinkles her nose, huffing and jostling her thighs again. "Fuck off."

Raven knocks her head back against Clarke's thighs and grins salaciously at the blonde. "Not by my self but I will later."

"You're disgusting." There is laughter in her chest as she shoves against Raven's shoulder with one of her hands.

Raven closes her eyes, grinning widely as she burrows deeper to get more comfortable, the sun warm against her skin. "You love me."

Clarke looks down with too soft eyes, whispering. "Yeah,"

Clarke sneezes as one of the biology undergrads bumps into her, spilling a powder in the air that cause Clarke to sneeze. The boy shoves her away with a glare, snapping the lid back on the container and stalking down the hallway without a look back. Clarke rolls her eyes and heads to her class, her fingers itch and they twitch but she ignores them until her teeth starts to itch and throb as well. Her nose burns and she stands up abruptly and leaves the class with wobbly steps. Her ears are ringing with too many sounds, nose filled with too many smells and everything burns. It's so much like the first moon that fear eats at her stomach. She stumbles her way into one of the empty old study rooms and falls into the far corner, pulling out her phone she dials a familiar number. "I need you." Her words are thick and guttural, hands clenching the phone with too long claws. 

Raven bolts upright, looking around her class room before shaking her head and running out of it. Phone cradled in her ear and backpack left behind. The teacher calls after her but she is already gone, door slamming shut behind her retreating form. "Where are you?"

"The science building." Clarke pants out, eyes squeezed shut, heaving breath after breath like it hurts. "I can't. Something's wrong."

"I'm on my way." Raven races over with swift steps, feet pounding the pavement as she runs full force to the building. She finds Clarke hidden in the back room like she said. Empty. Her entire frame is shaking and Raven shuts the door, clicking the lock shut. Bright gold eyes flash up to bore into Raven with a feral fear and sharp teeth are bared at the intruder. Claws grip into a palm hard enough to draw blood as Clarke's lips tremble before she pulls in a quick breath and relaxes.

"Raven." She begs and her eyes are scared and broken. Raven stumbles to kneel beside the girl, hands hovering before gripping Clarke's shoulder gently, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as she struggles to help Clarke. The blonde lunges with a deep growl, burying her face into Raven's neck. The mechanic doesn't stiffen, she falls back onto her butt with a grunt at the strength behind the blonde. She scoots back until she is leaning against the wall with Clarke burying her nose into Raven's throat, breathing deeply. Pulling in the familiar smell of oil and steel. Her body is hot and everything feels wrong, the world too sharp and she focuses on Raven's smell. On her heart beat and the way it beats against her claws and up her fingertips.

Raven presses her hand into Clarke's neck, pulling the girl further in. "Just breathe." And Clarke does, pulling in long lungfuls of the mechanic's smell. The girl smells like home should. And Clarke feels her own scent emitting out and pressing into Raven. Surrounding the room for a reason unknown to the wolf and her companion as she struggles to calm down.

Five years Later

Raven stumbles as they walk upfront to pay their tab when O's new boyfriend shows up to pick her up. He pays the tab without hesitation before he sniffs the air and his muscles tense and Raven swears his eyes flash before he smiles at her calmly. She shakes it off blinking her eyes up at him. The night is closing, time for them to leave and the man smiles at her kindly so Raven sticks her arm out. "Can't say i'm surprised you're as hot as you are." She looks him up and down. "Plus you picked up the tab, Octavia has good taste."

The man laughs softly and shakes her hand swiftly before pulling back and leading them outside. "It was a pleasure to meet you Raven. Get home safe." 

Raven throws her hand up to call a cab. "Please those of the night shall fear me!" She slips into a cab with a slight stumble and Octavia laughs quietly, leaning into Lincoln side as they walk home.

When Raven gets home she locks the door behind her and throws her purse on the side able. Chucking off her shoes she stumbles, looking up at the unmistakable sound of a mug breaking against the hardwood. Clarke barrels into the room, sniffing at the air. Her eyes flash gold and too quick for a tipsy Raven to realize she is in her space. Raven smiles lazily at her. "Hey pup, whats up."

"You smell like wolf." Clarke's bares her teeth as she pulls in another breath with too bright eyes. "Another wolf." She zero's in on Raven's hand and grabs it. Her nose almost touches it and she sniffs softly before a loud rumble sounds in her chest. Raven lets out a sigh at the sound, the blonde was close to full moon. Emotions and instincts brought to the surface.

Raven huffs low, thinking to the man's stiff muscles as he sniffed the air the second he got near Raven. "I thought so." 

"Who was he?"Clarke grumbles out and presses Raven's hand into her throat, pushing out her own scent with a feral look in her eyes. 

"O's new boyfriend." Raven smirks at Clarke's affronted look. "So you can't get all territorial and fight him."

Clarke bares her teeth, eyes still a bright gold. "I could take him."

"Not doubting you pup." Raven presses closer to Clarke, shifting weight off her aching. "But he's O's boy, you cant hurt him without hurting her." Clarke grumbles in her throat, pressing closer to Raven and the mechanic pulls at the wolf. "C'mon Blondie, i'm tired."

Clarke wrinkles her nose but trails after Raven, falling into bed with her and pressing close to the mechanic. The smell of the other wolf is slowly covered by Clarke's own.

 Raven eyes Clarke two nights later as they make their way down the street. "Sure you can keep your better half at bay?"

 Clarke rolls her eyes, tilting her chin to Raven. "I deal with you everyday, I think I can manage."

 Raven shoves at her shoulder, eyes narrowed. "Hey, offensive."

 Clarke huffs quietly, leaning into Raven's side as the wind picks up behind them "I'll be fine."

 "Sure sure." Raven nods before jerking at Clarke's elbow. "C'mon, we'll be late and O won't let us forget it."

They step into the bar after showing their id's and Clarke bares her teeth and just about pulls Raven back out the door. There was more than one wolf here. "Who all would be here?" Her voice is a low growl.

 Raven eyes her curiously but shrugs. "I dunno. Bell said he might come. He and Lincoln get along well."

 Clarke grunts low in her throat, pulling in a soft sniff, fighting through the sweat and alcohol to find a few different musk filled trails. "There's more than one wolf."

 Raven lets out a quiet breath. "Fuck."

The wolf's shoulders tremble and her claws lengthen as her breathing quickens. "If they hate omegas like the others."

 Raven grabs her hand, smoothing over the claws. "We'll be fine Clarke, there's plenty of humans around."

 Clarke growls low in her throat. "I'm not worried about me."

 "Hey O can take care of herself, she's in that fighting class." Clarke sends her a withering glare and Raven glares right back, squaring her shoulders. "Nuh uh, don't even think about insinuating I need protection. It is the 21 century Clarke."

 Clarke bares her teeth. "I am also supernatural and so are they. You're human."

 Raven scoffs, jerking out of Clarke's hands and raising her chin. "And I've kept up with you, lets finish walking in. Find out what happens."

"Raven."

"O and Bell are there." Raven rubs her thumb over Clarke's claws. "Everything will be fine."

"Raven." Clarke steps back, pulling at Raven's hand. The mechanic steps closer, pulling Clarke in and letting the wolf breath in her scent deeply. "Please. Raven." Eyes shift between blue and gold. "Let's leave." 

"Everything will be fine." They're in a dark corner and Raven strokes around gold eyes until they fall back to blue. "Lincoln didn't give me evil vibes."

"Raven."

"Focus on me, just like college right?" Clarke whimpers and growls but nods tersely. "Good, lets go to the booth before they wonder where we are, can they hear us?"

"The musics to loud." There's another scowl on her face. "I can't hear them either."

They walk through a throng of dancers to the back, Raven's fingers are curled in Clarke's, pulling her forward and towards the table. Octavia brightens as she sees them. "Clarke! Raven! Finally." Her eyes are teasing, lips twisting wryly.

"Sorry we took so long, Doc her had to clean up." Raven wrinkles her nose teasingly. "I swear she would have come in scrubs if I let her."

Clarke rolls her eyes, pressing closer to Raven and pulling in her scent. "Fuck off."

Raven winks. "Maybe later."

Octavia grins. "Disgusting. Anyway, Raven's already met Lincoln." She pulls Clarke forward by her other hand. "C'mon, you'll love him. This is his sister's bar."

Clarke shoots Raven a withering look and the mechanic shrugs, keeping her hand in Clarke's as she whispers quietly. "Whoops."

Lincoln stands tall and eyes Clarke as they comes forward. Clarke's instinct are screaming at her to grab Raven and run. There is the smell of motor oil and soft hair brushing her neck and heat pressing into her side. Raven whispers softly into Clarke's ear. "Breathe Pup." Clarke pulls in a breath full of motor oil and soft perfume and her body slackens, calming. Raven pulls back with a wicked grin, eyes dancing.

Lincoln holds his hand out, voice a gentle timber. "Pleasure to meet you Clarke."

Clarke takes his hand gently, feels Raven's clench in hers and lets out a sharp breath. "Likewise." Lincoln doesn't squeeze hard at all, just a gentle pressure before he lets go and Clarke relaxes somewhat.

Bellamy slings an arm around Clarke's shoulder, fingers brushing Ravens with how close they stand. "You guys are missing all the fun." His eyes are teasing and Clarke takes a quick whiff, stiffening as she smells another wolf on him. Her shoulders tremble and Raven's hand is a relaxing tight presence in her own. Bellamy eyes Clarke in worry. "you good Princess?"

Raven shoves Bellamy's arm off. "Your stinks getting to her." She grins at him wickedly. "Beside, she had to go to the bathroom before we got here."

He raises his eyebrow. "You're going with her?"

"Of course." Her grin turns absolutely lecherous. "Girls never go alone after all." Bellamy laughs and Raven watches as a woman sniffs the air, pressing into Bellamy's side where Clarke had been. She pulls the slightly trembling blonde into the bathroom. The beat still thumps through the walls in a gentle echo. "What can I do?"

"There's so many Raven." Clarke's eyes shift to a bright gold as they dart around the bathroom. "Every instinct is telling me to run. I've never been good at controlling my instincts."

Raven steps close into Clarke's space, catching her eyes. "That's what you have me for."

Clarke's teeth are too sharp, crowding her mouth and forcing her words to come out thick. "Raven."

Raven curls her left fingers around Clarke's chin and meets her gaze. "When that bitch pissed you off junior year of college who calmed you down?"

Clarke keeps pulling in sharp breaths. "You."

Raven nods, thumbs stroking the dip in Clarke's chin as Clarke's left hand comes to curl around Raven's wrist, claws resting against her heartbeat. "When you went into a wolfy rage in the middle of the park who got you?"

Clarke's thundering heart calms and the music stops assaulting her ears. "You."

Raven steps close, brace clicking and Clarke's shoulders tremble. "When that pack of wolves attacked you, who came for you?"

Clarke pulls in a shaking breath, eyes still bright gold as they stare into dark brown. "You."

Raven tightens her fingers across Clarke's chin, heartbeat steady. "Who is here with you tonight?"

Clarke lets out a shuddering breath. "You." 

Raven nods and pulls her into a tight hug. "Exactly Pup, I've got your back and you've got mine. Nothings going to happen, focus on me when the wolf gets too much."

Clarke sighs, pressing her nose into the junction between Raven's shoulder and her neck. "Okay."

Thin fingers soothingly rub up and down a tense back. "We'll bounce out early, claim you have to work early tomorrow."

Clarke lets out a chuckle. "I don't."

Raven rolls her eyes, bumping her chin into Clarke's cheek. "They don't know that."

They head back out there and Clarke keeps Raven near her side, breathing in the sharp smell of oil, steel and something fruity. Bellamy shakes his head at them, smirking in amusement. "Echo, this is Raven and Clarke. Don't mind them, they never go anywhere without the other."

Echo eyes them before nodding her head. Octavia drops down beside Clarke, Lincoln's smell emitting off of her. "Bell's being a jerk. Raven was here with me the other night."

"I had to work O, I apologized." Clarke teases quietly, ignoring the wolves even as her own instincts scream at her, Raven's heartbeat steady against her fingers.

Octavia rolls her eyes. "Sure sure. The only time I see you now is with our residential mechanic. As if you guys don't spend three nights together every month without us." Lincoln and echo shift closer to them and Clarke stiffens.

Raven's eyes spark and she leans more fully into Clarke's side, calm where the wolves are tense. "She cant help it if i'm awesome."

Octavia snorts, shaking her head as she takes a sip of her beer. "So modest too."

Raven's face turns serious and she leans close to the youngest of their group. "O I can build an engine from scratch."

Octavia grins, tilting her chin in challenge. "I could totally take you."

Raven's grins borders on cocky as she speaks. "Really now?" Clarke rolls her eyes at them, keeping close eye on the other wolves who keep sniffing the air and shifting closer to Clarke.

"Yeah, Indra's been teaching me. I'm a natural." Her grin is wide and she flexes her arms.

Raven furrows her brow and rolls her eyes as Bellamy pinches Octavia's biceps. "Who's Indra."

Octavia shoves Bellamy's pinching fingers away, barely sparing Raven a glance as she speaks. "Lincoln's mom." 

There is a shuffle and someone walks through the door, Clarke stiffens, sniffing the air and Raven hand grows tight as she spots the man, ignoring Octavia's words. Clarke's breathing quickens as does Raven's. Octavia and Bellamy are shoving one another, joking around, not noticing the turmoil beside them. Echo watches them with calculating eyes. "Raven." Clarke's voice is a low growl and Raven shifts closer. Clarke's hands are shaking and Raven presses her hand down to dig into Clarke's thigh. Sharp enough to draw blood. Echo sniffs the air, watching them. Her eyes shift to the man at the front of the bar, eyes narrowing.

The male wolf sniffs the air quietly, before pulling in a deeper breath as he passes by the bathroom. "Motor oil and fruit." There is a grin in his voice they can barely make out as the music drops between sets. A low growl rumbles in Clarke's chest and Raven watches her eyes flash gold under blonde tresses. Claws lengthen and teeth bare, sharper than ever. He steps up to the table at a sedate pace. "What have we here? A lost little pup and a darling girl." His eyes flicker to Raven's knee. "A still broken girl."

Echo eyes them, watches as Clarke fights to keep her wolf down, hands shaking and Raven stiffens. Bellamy glares at him, catching onto the tense air. "Who are you?"

His eyes sweep over Raven and Clarke. "An old friend."

"Don't look like one." Bellamy shifts in his seat, glaring up at the man. "How about you leave."

The man bares his teeth, still blunt and human as he speaks. "You gonna make me?" He steps closer and Clarke moves, quicker than anyone thought possible. She has his face pressed into the table with a loud thud and his arm twisted behind his back. Her nails are digging into the back of his neck and his forearm.

Bellamy jumps back in shock and Octavia snorts chocking on her beer. Neither of them see the gold eyes but they see the tremble in her arm, figure its from struggling to keep the man down not from holding off ripping out his throat. Bellamy steps closer, reaching for Clarke and Echo pulls him back with too tight hands and war eyes. "She can handle it.

The entire bars attention is on them and Clarke leans down low, to speak into his ear. Only the wolves hear her as the music drops in volume, beat low and heavy. "I will claw your gentiles off and rip out your claws one by one if you come near her again."

"How about you Omega?" He licks his lips as he moves his gaze from Raven to Clarke, eyes flashing from brown to a bright blue. "Want another go? Winner gets your girl." He struggles against her hold and Clarke growls, almost loud enough fro Bellamy and Octavia to hear as she tightens her grip on him.

The smell of blood is sharp in the air and Lincoln comes forward, eyes shifting as he steps closer to pull the man away. Clarke shift golden eyes to him, stiff shouldered and teeth bare. Echo holds Bellamy and Octavia back to keep them from spotting Clarke's eyes as Lincoln steps back slightly and Raven is suddenly pressing into Clarke's side. "I'm fine Clarke. I'm fine. Let him go."

Clarke's chest rumbles and her grip tightens. "He's dangerous."

"But you'll protect us." Raven rubs a hand slowly across her tense shoulders, whispering in her slightly pointed ear. "C'mon, let Lincoln and his pack throw him out. They have the numbers."

"I could kill him." Clarke's voice is too low for the other humans to pick up, deep and thick with anger. "Take care of him. He wouldn't harm you." Her claw dig into his neck and the wolf stiffens in her grip.

"His pack would come for you. Get you through me. Let him go." Clarke's hands tremble and Raven's sets her own on them, slowly pulling them back, tucking them into her own so Bellamy and Octavia don't see the blood on them. The man lunges but Lincoln catches him, forcing him into a choke hold as he drags him from the bar tot he back room. Clarke's eyes are on the floor and her body continues to shake. 

"Clarke?" Bellamy's voice is gentle and Raven shoots him a look, dragging the blonde to a back room, ignoring the others questions.

Clarke shoves her hands under the sink and Raven watches as she scrubs at them, fur becoming wet across the back of her hands. "All I can smell is him." Her words are rough and disordered, teeth still too long and big for her human mouth.

"Clarke." Bright gold shoot up to stare into brown. "Come here." She tilts her head to the side and Clarke races forward, hugging Raven's form to her own and taking in sharp breaths. "Slowly, deeper." Clarke pulls in a shaky deep breath and her muscle relax with each scent of the mechanic filling her nose. They stand there for thirty minutes and slowly Clarke calms down. Her eyes are still golden but her body has stopped trembling and the fur has receded from her hands.

When Clarke's eyes finally turn back to blue, Raven's fingers stroking each eyelid until the gold bleeds away, they head out to say goodbye to everyone. What they don't expect is for Octavia to be biting her lip nervously. "Anya and Indra want to talk to you. I told Indra he was being creepy, that you guys would never start anything but they need to know if the police start asking question."

Clarke nods sharply, stiff shouldered once again. "It's fine O. I'll go."

"Not without me." Clarke turns sharp eyes to Raven and the mechanic smirks, tilting her head to the known wolves in the room. Clarke bares her teeth at the inclination. Raven knows exactly how to get to Clarke. "Thought so, lead the way Doc."

Clarke grabs Raven's hand puling her in close as they walk through the doors of the back room, Clarke following the scent of the wolves. Two women wait for her at the end of the hall. They enter the room and Clarke keeps every exit in her view and a wall at her back as they enter, Raven beside her. "So you're an omega?" The woman with dirty blonde hair ask quickly. Clarke nods sharply. "There are rules in this world, I wouldn't expect you to understand them seeing as you have no pack."

"Hey, it wasn't her choice so knock off the attitude." Raven glares at the wolf and Clarke tense, claws lengthening. 

The dark skinned wolf glares but the blonde snorts, ankles crossed as she leans back against a wall. "I see. Why was he interested in you two?"

"Why should we tell you?" Raven voice is sharp and Clarke can feel the emotion projecting off the girl, protective, fear and anger.

The dark skinned wolf growls, tilting her chin. "You are in a bar full of wolves. A bar owned by the Trigedakru pack."

Clarke bares her teeth. "No one is touching Raven."

Anya tilts her head, searching over her face. "No one will touch the girl. We saw how well that ended." She tilts her chin to Raven. "Now tell us what the other wolf was doing with you."

Clarke stiffens but Raven's hand is warm in her own. "He's part of a pack. A pack that offered me a position in theirs."

The dark skinned woman's tattoo flexes taut as she shakes her head, scoffing, full of anger. "And you didn't want to be at the bottom of the food chain in the pack."

A loud growl rings through the air, pulling from Clarke's chest without hesitation. "They wanted to take Raven from me. Use her for their own benefits after she saved me from them." Her entire body shakes. "After she took me home from my first moon with them." Clarke remembers blood coating her skin, fear coursing though her body as she called Raven, the feel of the other wolves watching her and blue and red eyes glowing back at her as she ran as fast and hard as she could.

"Clarke." Raven reaches forward, calming the wolf.

"They hate humans and they were going to use her to get to me." She trembles, remembers the alpha sniffing at her throat when she showed up, Raven's scent all over her. "When I didn't agree to be in their pack they threaten her, hunted me down when I sent Raven to safety after they already hurt her." She remembers the bloodcurdling  scream, echoing the forest as one of the wolves dug claws into Raven's back, blue eyes bright and malicious as he caught Clarke's eyes with his own. An inhuman howl ripping from Clarke's throat as she barreled into him.

The other wolf searches Clarke's face, tilting her head causing on of the braids to fall. "Did you kill any of them?"

A deep growl echos the room and Raven presses closer into the blonde side to calm her down. All eyes follow their movement as Clarke speaks, barley containing her rage. "No. I maimed the alpha." Red eyes full of hatred as Clarke buries a knife into his gut and slashes her claws against his face, his own claws ripping open her side before blue eyed wolves chased after her. "Wounded all the others before I escaped. I left them in Texas."

Raven is stiff against Clarke's side. "I found her in New Mexico, she wasn't healing."

Anya nods, eyes on Clarke. "Wounds done by an alpha take time to heal."

The blonde swallows down her emotions. "I thought I left them in Texas."

Anya stiffens, eyes narrowed as she thinks. "New York is a far way from Texas, he's out of his territory."

"Join our pack." A voice sounds from the shadows. Lincoln steps forward, eyes compassionate. "We take in wolves and you need a pack.

Clarke stiffens even more, pressing into Raven's side. "I'm fine on my own. I know what a pack entails."

"Protection." Lincoln's voice is calm and Anya and Indra glare at him. "Family."

Clarke bares her teeth at him. "Fighting. Sharing what is ours. I will not put Raven through that."

"She's your anchor." Lincoln's voice is soft and Clarke growls at him. Raven watches with rapt eyes, pulling Clarke back. He holds his hands up. "We will not touch Raven, she is under your protection and you could be under ours."

"No."

Raven licks her lips. "Clarke, they could help you."

"I'm not risking your life." Clarke's thinking on instincts, memories flashing through her head. Raven screaming. Raven in pain. Bright eyes taunting them. Blood tainting the air. "You know how other wolves treat humans."

Lincoln growls at the assumption. "I care for Octavia and Echo for Bellamy, we do not treat them different than any other because they are human." Clarke blinks at the anger in his words, the instinctual feral haze falling away from her.

"It is not her choice to make Lincoln." Indra voice is warning, eyes hard. "The Heda will decide who enters the pack."

"We take people in Indra." He steps close to her, eyes too soft. "You took all of us in before she became Heda."

"And she brings trouble, you have not known her an hour and there is already a fight in our bar." Indra scowls at Clarke. "They will come for her."

Lincoln stiffens, eyes struggling to stay dark instead of gold. "And you would leave her unprotected?" Anya watches the exchange, quietly eyeing the two women as the other wolves speak. "They are innocent."

"She is an omega, she was tossed from a pack for a reason." Indra grunt out, stepping closer to the other wolf. "Already she is crazed, loosing control."

Raven snaps. "Shut up!" Her eyes blaze and Clarke keeps a firm hand on her fingers. "You don't know shit. Clarke wasn't cast from a pack."

"Raven." Clarke' speaks lowly, eyes fading in gold and her heart races as she search the wolves curious and suspicious faces.

"Show them Clarke." Raven glares defiantly back at the wolves, tugging at Clarke's finger. "They cant judge you for something you can't control."

Clarke sighs, clenches her jaw before picking up her shirt. There across her ribs on the left side is a harsh spot of pale scarring. The teeth marks are visible against her skin. "I was attacked five years ago."

Lincolns gaze shifts to Clarke's normal sky blue. "Have you killed anyone?"

Clarke swallows, thinking of the first moon, blood in her mouth and fur under her nails, Raven's hand on her back, soothing as they stand above a dead deer. "No. Raven helped."

Lincoln's dark eyes are so soft and understanding and his lips twitch into a timid smile. "She's your anchor. The thing that grounds you."

Clarke blinks at the wording again before nodding. "Yes."

Lincoln turns with hopeful eyes to the dark wolf. "Indra?"

The woman stiffens, glaring at Clarke. "It does not change anything Lincoln. The Heda will decide."

"But it's better now." He jerks his chin to the bite mark under her clothing. "She wasn't kicked out of a pack."

Anya watches with calm curious eyes as they continue to talk, Indra stiff and Lincoln wanting. "She is a bitten, uncontrolled and crazed as well as an omega." Clarke stiffens and Raven clenches her fingers in Clarke's "Frowned upon."

Lincoln's gaze shifts between Clarke and Indra. "We could train her, help her. She will lose control."

Raven stiffens, stepping forward to gain the wolves attention. "Hey, we're right here. Clarke's control is fine."

Indra scowls, scoffing low in her throat as Anya leans back against the wall again, crossing her arms. "Omega's go insane without a pack, feral. Bitten wolves have less control than born. She will kill, she will attack."

Raven stalks forward, Clarke's grip on her hand keeping her from standing nose to nose with the other woman. "You know what. Fuck you! Clarke is fine, her control is fine."

Anya speaks from the shadows before Indra can step into the human woman's space. "She attacked a wolf in our bar."

"And if he threatened to rape and maim someone you love what would you do?" There is a flash of gold eyes all around her and Clarke presses into Raven's side, glaring at the two women in front of them. Raven scoffs at them, shaking her head. "Just what I thought, hypocrites."

Clarke squares her shoulders, pulling on Raven's hand. "Raven, lets go. I'll be fine."

"She will hurt you girl." Indra's voice is sharp. "You may be her anchor, you may think that makes you safe but it doesn't. You're closer to her wolf than anyone else and that will get you killed."

Raven chuckles mirthlessly, shaking her head at them. "Clarke would never hurt me, so you guys can fuck off and take your pack with you. Clarke and I can do just fine." Without a final look Raven tugs on Clarke's hand and they leave the room.

"Sooner or later it will happen." Anya's voice is low, quiet. "Be prepared."

Raven clenches her jaw, back stiff as she turns around slowly. "You tell me she is dangerous, that wolves without a pack are dangerous yet you won't take her in." Raven glares at them, finger tight in Clarke as the wolf keeps her eyes on the exits and the three other wolves. "Clarke may be a bitten wolf but she has more humanity than any of you."

 Clarke pulls back from Raven's hold once they sneak out the back door. "Clarke, don't do this." Raven steps close to Clarke, reaching fro her elbow. "Don't pull away just because they said you're dangerous. I trust you."

Clarke cracks a trembling grin. "I was taking my jacket off to give it to you, but nice to know." Blue eyes spark in relief and happiness as she shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it at Raven's face.

The mechanic laughs, pushing hands through the sleeves before Clarke is leaning back into her side. "Thanks Pup." Brown eyes twinkle in amusement.

That night they both fall into Raven's room and Clarke sits awake, body between Raven and the door as her eyes glow gold. There is fur in spotty patches across her skin and her ears are pointed and listen for danger as her claws dig into her palms and teeth into her lip. She waits for danger. For an attack. Raven mumbles beside her, pressing her cheek into Clarke's hip, her hand finds a patch of fur across Clarke's forearm and grips it gently. It calms the racing thrum of Clarke's heart and some of the patches fade to just skin. She continues to listen for danger.

The sun begins to peak through the window and Clarke's eyes flutter shut, pressing into Raven's back. Clarke's pager sounds two hours later and Clarke grumbles, tossing it to the floor as Raven stretches with a languished grin. "You didn't sleep did you?" There is a tenderness in her eyes.

Clarke shrugs. "I worry."

Raven presses more fully into Clarke's side, breathing in the scent of the wolf. It is a wild scent, the smell of summer, a forest of fresh dirt and air. There is a hint of an almost clinical smell that Raven would pick up better with a wolf nose but still, it smells like home and Raven lets out a low groan. "Go to work Blondie, i'll be fine." Clarke sweeps worried eyes over the mechanic. "Who saved your ass from the pack when they first attacked you?"

Clarke twists her lips into a wry grin, shaking her head at the too proud and cocky look etched across a dark face. "You."

"Exactly." Raven grunts as she stretches her arms over her head. "I can run with the wolves and kick their asses, so off to work. Save some lives."

Clarke's eyes sweep to Raven's throat and the mechanic rolls her eyes but tilts her head to the side with a soft grin. Clarke presses forward, taking a deep breath before rubbing her cheek across Raven's throat. "You're lucky I don't have to shower today." Ravens fingers trail through Clarke's hair as Clarke presses more fully into her.

Clarke snorts, shaking her head with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, just."

Raven nods, brushing hair from Clarke's face. "It makes you feel better."

Clarke winces. "Sounds a bit possessive."

Raven lets out a soft snort. "Please, probably scares off thee other wolves. Marking your territory and shit."

Clarke winces. "You're not my territory. You're not anything of mine Raven. I don't own you." Clarke shakes her head.

"No, but your my best friend and i'm yours, so that's that. You help me deal with my shit and I help you deal with your." Raven press against the blonde before shoving her gently to the edge of the bed with a groan. "Now go, I need to work on some projects and you need to get to work."

Clarke's heading home from work when she smells blood in the air and wolf and something stirs inside of her, wild and unconstrained. She walks swiftly to the alley where the smell of blood and sound of soft whimpers are coming from. There is a large male standing above a slightly thin boy, maybe fifteen. The wolf smell is radiating off the larger of them and Clarke watches as the larger male kicks the younger male in the stomach. Clarke's own stomach rolls as her body burns and she races forward, tackling the man and shredding his shoulder with her claws. Clarke is snatched from the mans back and thrown across the alley way, slamming into the concrete before the male is on her, teeth barred and claws digging into her shoulder. His eyes are a bright blue that sets her on edge. His teeth bare and his face is half shifted so she kicks out and meets pure muscle. Blood is dripping down her shoulders and her eyes burn a bright gold as she kicks out again before finally connecting with his lower anatomy. Her howls out in pain and Clarke uses her claws to rake across his face. 

He throws her again and there is the sharp snapping sound as her bones break. She gasps for air as her ribs throb, rolling to her feet she scrambles to stand above the young boy. He trembles, blood dripping from his head as Clarke crouches over his injured body. The smell of wolf is faint on the boy, almost familiar and Clarke roars at the man in warning. Ignoring it the mountain of a man lurches forward, fur sprouting across his entire body as he howls and groans. Bones cracking and popping until he is fully shifted. Cloths ripping as he stand on his two legs, tail twitching and teeth sharp and dangerous. He lunges forward attacking Clarke with sharp teeth and quick claws. She yelps, slamming a fist into his head as slowly her vision goes form normal to red hazed. The wolf in her veins thrums and forces itself out. She can't control the way her body contorts before she is wolfed out, tail puffed out and clothing completely torn as she slams into him.

They fight with a flail of limbs and claws. Skin and clothing is shredded and blood spilt. The man latches a bite on her shoulder and she shouts out, more of a howl than scream, slamming her furry head back and kicking out with claws. They tear into his stomach and she latches onto his throat, clamping down on it with all her might as he fights to throw her off. She feels the bones break and bruises form before he is stilling below her, whimpering in defeat as he slowly painfully losses his tail and begins to shift back to human. She shakes him for effect. He just tilts his head back and whimpers again. Clarke releases letting out a warning growl as she slowly loosens her hold. He ignores the warning, jerking forward and she reacts quickly, slamming his head into the dumpster. He falls limp and she slams his head into the dumpster again with a vicious growl. Her ears pick up a slow heart race. Steady as the fur fades and he lays naked on the ground.

She sniffs, teeth and claws dripping in blood as she takes a step closer to the boy. He flinches back, a low whine leaving his lips. Clarke tilts her head to the side before stopping in her tracks. Slowly she shifts back. Muscles aching and bones grinding together incorrectly. Everything hurts and she lets out a sharp breath. "You okay?" Her words are guttural, broken. He nods his head and Clarke dips her. "Stay." The boy nods again and Clarke begins to tie the wolf up with his torn clothing, shoving his behind a dumpster as her hands shake. The wolf howls within her veins, wanting retribution for harming a pup. Her teeth are sharp and full in her mouth, aching as they threaten to expand. "Won't hurt you." The boy trembles, nodding slightly. "Home?"

His hands shake and he stands, stumbling. Clarke steps closer, holding out her hand. He doesn't flinch back but he offers her his jacket as he takes it off. She shakes her head. "Cold out."

He swallows, keeping his eyes on her face but tilting his chin down to her naked form as he offers it again. Clarke slips her fingers around it. Taking it with trembling hands. She pull in a deep breath, the hint of wolf in the boys scent, not his own. He turns and picks up an object from the ground. The phone glows as he type into it and they both just kind of stand there. Clarke shaking in his jacket and she turns her gaze to look for her own phone. There is the shift of feet behind her and she spins, only to see the boy holding her broken phone with a wince. She let out a quiet huff, another phone down the drain because of the wolf. His lips spread into a grin and there is the smell of burning rubber and the screech of tire. Feet are almost silent yet urgent against the concrete and Clarke pulls the boy behind her, baring her teeth at the entrance o the alley.

A familiar scent greet her and her face furrows before another wolf is slamming into her, eyes gold and claws sharp. She's not shifted fully, no fur growing across her skin. A feral growl leaves her throat but the boy pulls on the woman's arm. Clarke recognizes her as Echo, Bellamy's date, as she growls at the woman. Her wolf is grumbling but the scent of the woman matches the wolf scent coming off the boy. Sharp eyes stay on Clarke. "Did she hurt you?" There is a roll of green eyes before the boy points to the wolf tied behind the dumpster. Clarke stays crouched, claws ready for another attack. "He hurt you?" They boy nods, wincing as he points to his ribs. The growl deepens in Echos throat before she looks to Clarke. "You saved him."

Clarke nods sharply, hands trembling to keep her wolf at bay. Echo had attacked her, thrown her back with a loud snarl when she entered the alley. "Smelt blood." Clarke's voice is too deep, too wild a she struggles for control.

Echos face hardens and softens all the same as she cradles the young boys face. "I'm calling the others, they'll take care of him."

"Not dead. Didn't kill." Clarke voice is tense.

"I know, but they'll deal with him." She looks over the jacket wrapped around Clarke's bleeding form. "Thank you." Clarke nods stiffly, looking to the boy before backing away slowly, Echo's fingers press into the boy's cheek gently before she looks back up at Clarke. "Wait." Clarke turns at the words and takes off running before Echo can say anything else, slipping through the darkness. Echo sighs but pulls her brother into a hug. "You okay?" He nods against her shoulder, burying his nose into her shirt collar.

Clarke stumbles through the fire escape, blood thick against the borrowed jacket. Raven bolts up from her spot, eyes wide and worried. "What the hell happened?"

Clarke winces as she shuts the window. "Wolf attacking a boy."

Raven takes in the blood dripping on the hardwood of the bedroom. "What the fuck is it with a million wolves being here?"

Clarke begins to unzip the jacket, fingers bloodied and claws long. "I don't know. It's New York, there's no forests. Too many omegas."

"Clarke." Raven steps closer, pulling the jacket off gently, nakedness was never an obstacle with them anymore.

Clarke winces at the pull on her slowly healing wounds. "I know, but it's the truth. They're one of the most feral one."

Ravens chest aches at the healing wounds across Clarke's body. Raven grabs some wipes from the side table, beginning to clean off the blood from Clarke's face with gentle steady hands. "Clarke, you're not an omega, your my pack, remember?'

Tears fill Clarke's eyes. "I remember."

Raven cradles her now clean cheeks, smiling softly. "Good. Get in the shower, I'll make some dinner."

Clarke snorts, eyes brighter than before. "You can't cook."

Raven shoves at Clarke's uninjured shoulder, rolling her eyes. "I"ll order us dinner then smart ass."

Clarke pulls her lips back, teeth still too long but Raven doesn't care, Clarke lips are pulled into a teasing smile and it relaxes the aching in her chest. "I learned from the best."

Raven snorts, shaking her head. "Jackass."

"Raven?" Clarke's voice is low, but determined.

Raven's brow furrows and she searches Clarke's face for something. "Yeah?"

"I'll always pick you first." Her gold eyes are earnest. "No matter what."

"I know Clarke." There's no sarcastic comment, no word on how awesome she is. Its soft and its just for them. "Now get your ass in the shower pup, you stink." 

Once Clarke is showered and they're both fed they curl together on the bed, the jacket stuffed in the washer and Clarke eyes faded to blue once again as she buries her nose into Raven's shoulder. Raven's calloused finger trace over the once sliced open wounds, nonexistent now, hours later, but she remembers them. 

Clarke and Raven both work the next night and Clarke still has to pick up a new phone so she races home, running late but with a grin on her face. She comes home only to find that Raven isn't there. She uses the house phone to call the mechanic but it isn't answered. Both times the phone goes to voice mail, each ring a stab to the blonde's chest. Clarke's heart quickens and she pulls in a deep breath, picking up Raven's scent that floods the apartment. There are no other scents here beside Clarke's own and Raven's. her instincts force her to hone in on the mechanic, always in turn with her heart beat. Always searching and always finding. She races across town, shoving past people with too long claws stuffed into her hoodie and eyes golden under her sunglasses. She tracks the fresh scent to the wolf bar and a growl bubbles in her throat before she's bursting through the door, honing in on Raven's steady heartbeat. Octavia in front of her, grinning as she spots the blonde and Lincoln is looking up at Clarke with guilty eyes. He steps in front of her, leaving Octavia and Raven at the table. "We figured you didn't want our scent in your home."

She growls, eyes shifting between Raven and Lincoln. "So you took Raven?"

His eyes are soft and she wants to bite his head off, throw him around and show him he couldn't 'kidnap' Raven from her. "Had Octavia bring her here, knew you'd find her."

Her chest is still too tight and her golden eyes flicker to the satchel by the mechanic's feet. "Her phone?"

"Died." He keeps his distance but his gaze is too soft and understanding. "She's fine."

Clarke's shoulders slump and she listens to the steady rhythm of Raven's heart. "What do you want?"

He tilts his chin to the back door, guilty but earnest. "Heda wishes to speak with you."

Clarke follows him back with stiff shoulders. There is the sound of shoes on the floor before Raven is slipping her hand into Clarke's with hesitation. "Where she goes I go."

Anya eyes them as they walk through the back door, Octavia talking with Monroe and Harper. Jokingly complaining about her two best friends leaving her by her lonesome. Echo and the boy are there, standing beside Anya. The boy grins at Clarke before a glare from Indra has him sobering up and leaving Echo's side to go in another room. Clarke ducks her head at the tension in the room, her wolf bristling and whining inside of her. "Raven, go."

"What?" Raven's fingers tighten on her, eyes confused and concerned, a hint of anger flickering in those dark eyes. "Clarke?"

The other watch the two with confused eyes, Clarke's entire posture is stiff yet slumped in defeat, her wolf twitching in the room full of betas. "Remember the forest? You hurt one of their own they hurt you."

"I'm not leaving you to be punished." The mechanic bares her teeth at the other wolves, looking more feral than a crazed omega.

Lincoln holds up his hands, brow knitted together. "Chil au, what's going on?"

Clarke stands in front for Raven, swallowing thickly. "I attacked a wolf in your territory, possibly brought a pack war into you territory or harmed one of your own."

"He was not a friend, an enemy you saved Eliah from." Lincoln's voice is soothing, a balm to the emotions swirling around the room. "You won't be harmed."

Ana steps closer, searching over Clarke's face. "You haven't had good experience with other packs have you?"

Clarke bares her teeth, stiffening as Anya comes closer. "All packs hate Omegas. I am an omega."

"The Heda wants to offer you a place in the pack." Lincoln searches the other wolves postures, watching Anya and Indra closely. "After you prove your loyalty to the pack."

Raven squeezes her hand and Clarke lifts her chin."My loyalties lie with Raven and my friends, not with any pack."

Lincoln looks at her sadly, "Omega's die Clarke."

Her eyes flash gold and she stares him down. "Everyone dies someday."

"And Raven?" He motions to the human gripping her hand tightly. "A bigger pack can protect humans better." Clarke bares her teeth and growls, Raven's hand tight in hers.

"We've protected each other well enough." Her voice drops in a growl and all she can think of is all the times she failed. All the times Raven was hurt or Clarke lead someone back to their safe place. 

There is a look in Anya's eyes that sets Clarke on edge. "Raven, go to Octavia. Now."

"Clarke, i'm no-" She doesn't get the words out before Clarke is in front of her shoving an advancing Anya back. A feral growl rips through Clarke's chest and she trembles. Echo stiffens but remains where she stands, Indra snorts as Lincoln sighs deeply. 

"Anya, enough." His voice is pained and exasperated. 

Anya tilts her head. "She needs to understand the dangers to her human. I think she hasn't realized them yet."

Lincoln stiffens, wanting to interfere but he ducks his head, Anya and Indra higher ranked than himself. "The Heda will not like this."

Clarke's body trembles as she backs up, Raven's hand pressing into her shoulder blades as they back up on their way to the door and Anya strikes, racing forward with a swiftness born from years of training. Clarke reacts, growling loudly before slicing at her. It leaves Clarke wide open to receive the sharp pain of four claws in her gut. Clarke struggles with Anya, still weak from yesterday's fight. She can feel Raven's heart behind her and when Anya is almost brushing her hand across Raven Clarke roars. It is loud and brash before she is shifting fully and throwing Anya across the room. The shift was quick, impossibly so as Clarke roars her disapproval. Raven's hands are tangled into thick mats of coarse sandy blonde fur. Clarke's tail brushing Raven's brace, claws curved and muscles tight she wait for an attack, her clothes shredded below their feet.

"Clarke, Anya is not going to hurt me." There is a low grumble in the wolf's chest and Raven smooths her fingers in coarse sandy hair. "Shift back before O walks in." Clarke grumbles out a low growl, baring her teeth at Anya who watches them with shock and curiosity from her position against the wall. "Pup we're safe." There's a snort from Indra, who tilts her chin and Echo lets out a low depressing sigh before stepping closer, eyes gold and claws draw. Raven scoffs. "Really? Fuck you guys and your pack." Fingers pull at Clarke, the wolf presses back further into Raven, hiding the human's body from view. "Lets go."

The wolf backs away slowly, features receding slightly, form shortening as Raven jerks her back to the back door before Indra speaks. "Echo, Anya."

They move simultaneously at Indra's low order and Raven drops to the floor out of instinct as Clarke's tail presses into her. Clarke takes the brunt of the impact, still almost fully shift before her jaws snap onto Anya's shoulder she heaves, throwing her across the room. The bass of the bar's music covers the crash. The warrior howls in pain and Clarke glares at Echo, teeth bloodied and pulled into a snarl. Golden eyes flicker to the door the woman's brother went through and Echo snarls at the silent question. "Indra orders me, even if you saved my brother I don't disobey orders."

There is a fearsome snarl form Clarke and Raven stands slowly. "You guys need to look up the meaning of friendly invitation." Clarke places herself in front of Raven again. "Like the forest Pup. Nothing different." Raven grips the fur of her lower back. "We took on more then." Raven grabs a pan from the side, hands tight around it and Clarke lets out a grumble, pressing into Raven's side as she bristles on all fours, crouched and ready to defend.

Anya licks her lips, wiping the blood from her shoulder as it bleeds lethargically. "You fight well. I've never seen one shift that easily."

Lincoln stands off to the side, blocking the door to the bar in case someone tries to enter, he stares at Clarke curiously but also guilty. Indra grunts out terse words. "Still uncontrolled."

"Fuck you guys." Raven growls out as she tugs at Clarke's fur with one hand. "I thought you were different." Her eyes flicker to Lincoln. "I was wrong."

Echo grits her teeth, looking to Indra. The dark skin woman grunts, chin barely moving and Echo sighs. Dropping her head before barreling forward. Raven grins. "Now Clarke!" Clarke grabs Echo and spins her right into the pan Raven swings. It connect with the wolf's head and Clarke throws her across the room, trashing the far wall as she flies through it. She doesn't get up. Anya lets out a half laugh half growl before racing forward. She ducks under Clarke's swing and her hands grab at Raven's shirt. Clarke roars, grabs Anya and slams her into the ground, teeth digging into the woman's throat withing seconds, quick with rage. Raven's fingers stop her from biting down and Clarke's gold eyes find Indra, a low warning growl. Anya grumbles before stilling as teeth dig into her skin, almost drawing blood.

Indra grits her teeth and Anya lays there limply, not moving even as her eyes dart from Clarke to Indra. Raven keeps her fingers tangled in Clarke's fur. "She can protect herself." Raven's fingers tighten on the pan and Clarke's fur. "Let us go, we'll stay out of you territory." 

Indra huffs. "The Heda wishes to meet her, you will remain."

"You're bargaining with you pack-mate's life."

Indra narrows her eyes, scowling in defeat and anger. "You said before, she is not a killer."

Raven grits her teeth and Clarke keeps her own around Anya's neck, claws pressing into Anya's chest to keep her pinned. The woman growls low in her throat and Clarke rumbles deep withing her chest in warning. The stand at a stand still until a woman walks through the door. She takes in the scene, gaze finding Anya and her eyes harden. "What is the meaning of this?"

Raven motions to Anya. "She attacked us." The mechanic stares the alpha straight in the eye. "Your pack mates wouldn't let us leave, since you're here we''ll leave now."

Green eyes flicker to Clarke and Raven steps in front of the blond, shielding her from the alpha's eyes. Clarke presses furry shoulder into Raven's hip, still crouched over Anya. "You've immobilized two of my pack members."

Raven bares her teeth, standing tall in the face of the alpha. "They attacked first."

"In their territory." The woman takes a quick sniff. "She is an omega."

Raven lets out a low sound of anger, one that could rival a wolf's. "That gives them no right."

The woman stares at Raven, searching yet calm and collected before her eyes flicker to the wolf pinning Anya to the ground. "In our law it does."

"Fuck your law!" Dark eyes are wild and she take a step back to tangle her fingers into Clarke's fur once again. "Clarke let's go." Clarke lets out a growl, shifting back to her semi human form, hand now tight on Anya's throat. Her eyes burn gold and her teeth are still too sharp as she bares them at the alpha. 

"Touch Raven and die." Clarke's voice is still to rough, to animalistic as her fingers tighten on Anya's throat before she shoves her into Indra's arms, crowding into Raven's space. "Let her go."

There is a calculating look in green eyes before a chin dips minuscule. "Very well, the human may go."

"Fuck that!" Raven straightens her shoulder, fingers tightening on the pan. "You'll kill her, I'm staying here."

Clarke lets out a low sound of defeat and relief. "Go Raven."

Raven spins, pissed and affronted. "Thick and thin Pup." Raven spins the pan in her hand, teeth flashing. "Pack remember?"

Clarke grits her teeth, crouching low as she sighs. Lexa watches them curiously, waiting as she listens to the steady thump of the human's heart and the racing heart of the wolf. "You'd give your life for hers?"

"Nobodies dying here." Raven's voice is harsh and Clarke bumps into her side, trembling anxiously, chest rumbling with a steady growl. Warning all the other wolves in the room.

"You may leave." Indra makes a sound of anger and Lexa spins, eyes flashing red and she bares her teeth. "Enough Indra, a life for a life. She saved Eliah's, we spare hers." Indra ducks her chin, jaw tight. The alpha looks back o Clarke and Raven. "You could still join if you wish."

Clarke lets a growl rip through her throat, nudging Raven's legs until they slowly make their way to the door. "We'll pass n that offer." Raven snarks, reaching to grab a jacket from the shelf. They exit the door easily and Clarke pulls her down to many alleyway, away from prying eyes until she can press Raven into a wall and pull in sharp breaths. The jacket is to long on her, more of a coat and Raven's fingers tighten around the fabric as she drops the pan she had used as a weapon. "Fuck." Raven drops her head to the blonde's shoulder. "Fuck."

Clarke lets out a low sigh. "Too close, we should move."

Raven grunts into Clarke's shoulder, eyes watching the mouth to the alley. "All of our friends are here."

Fingers tighten on Raven's own jacket, ripping the fabric before she loosens her hold with a soft growl. "A pack is here Raven, one that threatened your life."

"The alpha, Heda, whatever they call her let us go. Lincoln is dating Octavia and Echo Bellamy." Fingers soothingly run up and down the wolf's back, chasing away any patches of fur sprouting under the jacket. "They can't exactly make us disappear. We'll be fine, we've made a life here."

"There's still the wolf from Texas, he was here." The blonde's voice drops lower and lower with each word until they are a deep growl. "He found you."

"We're in big bad pack territory, they can't get to us."

"Keep your phone charged, I called you." Clarke sighs into Raven's throat, claws digging into the concrete behind Raven's back and eyes a steady gold as she breathes in Raven's scent and listens for danger. 

Five days later and everything is still calm, the pack had left them alone and Clarke had steered clear of the bar, focusing on Raven and her job. Using her heightened senses to her advantage in the hospital. The smell of Thai food clings to their clothes as they make their way up to their apartment, faces splitting with laughter. There is a faint scent that sets Clarke on edge the closer she get to their door before it hits her. The smell of wolf is in her home and she breaks down the door without hesitation. The wood splintering as the lock rips through it, Raven right behind her. Raven grabs an umbrella the second she's through the door as Clarke listens for sounds. There is harsh breathing from the other half of the apartment and she stalks in there, stopping in the doorway as her heart stops. Octavia lays limply in her kitchen, throat bright with blood and pale scar already forming across her throat. "Clarke." Raven's voice cracks, she can't hear Octavia's ragged breathing or hear the thump of her heart like Clarke can.

"She's alive." Raven's shoulders slump in relief as Clarke pulls in a deep breath, trying to keep the wolf from bursting from her skin as she listens and smells. "The alpha bit her."

Raven's eyes narrow and she tightens her grip on the umbrella as she falls to her knees beside Octavia, pushing sweat soaked hair from her forehead. "Lexa?"

Fur sprouts across Clarke's hands and her bones creak as her teeth press sharply against her lips. "No, Texas."

"Fuck."

Clarke pulls in quick breathes, calculating. Octavia had been here a few hours, the alpha left around the same time. His scent hours old. "Call the bar."

Raven looks up sharply. "What?"

The wolf's shoulder trembles. "They can help her."

Raven shakes her head, furrowing her brow. "You could help her."

"They'll offer her pack." Clarke ducks her chin, adverting her gaze from the mechanic. "I can't."

"The hell you can't." Raven stands once she's check the brunette's breathing and heart-rate, still haggard but not horrible. She would be fine, if she wouldn't be Clarke would be freaking out. "I don't trust them."

Clarke releases a grunted sigh. "She's dating Lincoln, call them."

Raven tilts her head high, lips pulled back, every bit of wolf as Clarke is in this moment. "No."

"Raven."

"I don't trust them, I trust you." Raven steps closer to the blonde, searching her face. "We'll let Octavia decide who she wants."

"You can't sway her." Raven raises her brow at the words and Clarke scoffs. "You know exactly what i'm talking about Raven, don't tell her what they did to us."

"Why not?" Raven's face is flushed with anger. "She needs the truth."

Clarke lets out that sound again, deep and sad yet angry. "She needs to not be an omega."

"You could be a pack."

"I'm no alpha!" Clarke's chest heaves and she barely keeps her teeth from flashing. "She needs pack. She can't do it alone, with just me."

Raven clenches her jaw. "You and I have been doing just fine." Raven scoffs, shaking her head as she stares at the clenched jaw and lowered chin of the blonde. "So thanks for the vote of confidence and gratitude."

Clarke sighs, claws tangling in blonde hair as she runs her fingers through it. "Raven."

The mechanic scoffs. "No, totally get it. Pack is pack and you have none." She shakes her head, eyes swirling with emotion. "Don't even want one."

Golden eyes flicker over a face flushed with anger and anguish. "Raven."

"I'll get her some clean clothes." Raven swallow, jaw clenched tightly as she pulls in a sharp stuttering breath. "Move her off the hardwood, you know how claws scratch it up."

Clarke longs to reach for Raven but her claws are too sharp and Raven is always iffy when she's upset, as likely to hug as hit you. "Raven, please."

Raven turns to look at her, dark eyes swirling with hurt and defeat. "What?"

Golden eyes are bright with anguish. "I'm sorry."

Raven snorts, shaking her head. "No reason to be."

Clarke growls low in her chest, stepping close to Raven. The human takes a step back shaking her head and Clarke flinches back, in five years never had the mechanic taken a step back. Not when Clarke had come running up to her fully shifted blood coating her muzzle from the hunt. Not when Clarke was crazed by the full moon and blood loss. A low whimper escapes without Clarke's consent and the blonde tamps it down quick, stepping away from Raven and heading for Octavia. "Dammit. Clarke." Raven's voice is gruff with too many emotions. "I'm sorry."

Clarke swallows, keeping her eyes lowered. "No reason to be." She picks Octavia up easily and carries her to the shower with Raven's sad eyes on her. Clarke rests the soon to be wolf in the tub and begins to tap at her cheek gently. "She'll wake up soon, you might want to leave."

Raven stands in the door way, watching Clarke with a forlorn twist to her lips. "You were fine around me when you shifted, she'll be fine."

Clarke ducks her chin to her chest. "You were my anchor from the start, you aren't Octavia's and the first change is disorienting." Raven stares at her, blinking before swallowing and opening her mouth. Before she can speak Clarke talks, eyes on Octavia. "I need you to call Lincoln."

"I told you, we can handle this. Octavi-"

"Should decide herself." Clarke looks up briefly at the mechanic. "And that's not why i'm having you call him."

The air is too tense and Raven wants to touch Clarke's shoulder, rub the fur across the back of her hands and the nape of her neck until the blonde relaxes. "Then why?"

Clarke doesn't look up but her shoulder stiffen as if preparing for a fight. "You're going with him."

She get the fight, the racing of Raven's heart and the flush to her cheeks as the mechanic growls out. "Too hell I am!"

"He got into our home Raven." Muscles tremble and the wolf is barely kept from shifting and pulling Raven into the farthest corner of the planet she can find. "We need more protection."

"So you'll take it from them?"

Wild desperate golden eyes meet fiery black. "If it keeps you alive yes!"

"I am perfectly fine." Raven steps close. "I will be fine."

Claws dig into the tub, cracking the linoleum and Octavia still breathes harshly, sweats as the cool water touches her skin but she doesn't wake. "He's after you because of me! He will kill you."

Raven taps the umbrella with her finger, lips twitching before they fall to serious line. "I can take care of myself."

"Every-time he get closer I am terrified." Clarke desperately searches Raven's face, chest heaving. "I can't lose you Raven."

Raven shakes her head, swallowing thickly. "Because I'm your anchor."

"Because you are mine. Because you are everything I hold dear in this world." Clarke's eyes shimmer with tears. "You're right, I don't want a pack. I don't want a pack because i have you. For five years you have been all I needed. You're my best friend, the closest thing to pack I have.  You're my freaking world, my everything. I can't lose you."

"You're not going to Pup, thick and thin." Raven steps close with a thick lump in her throat, searching Clarke's face before turning her neck to the side. Clarke sighs in relief, burying her face there as quick as she can with trembling limbs. Raven does the same, her nose tucked behind Clarke ear, blonde lock tickling her cheek and nose.

Lincoln comes over at Raven's regretful insistence minutes later, Octavia is awake and growling each time Raven comes close to her, Clarke receives slightly less growls and when Lincoln comes in Octavia calms. He takes her by her hand. She has yet to shift fully, instead still humanoid with golden eyes and fur across her arms. Lincoln turns to the door with Anya at his shoulder. The woman stares at them, sniffing before tilting her head to the side. "What do you plan on doing?"

Clarke looks to Raven and Anya grins grimly. "Come on then, lets talk to Lexa."

It's only a handful of blocks but every noise sets them on edge. Octavia is tucked into Lincoln's side, growling at every passing bird and tensing at every car horn. She's hidden under a thick hoodie, eyes golden under the hood and fur itching under the cotton sleeves. They are five blocks away when they run into the wolves. The smell hits them first and Clarke whips around, grabbing at the wolf who tried to creep up behind her and throwing him into the brick wall. Another wolf lunges for Raven as Clarke is tackled by a female wolf. Anya take the brunt of it when she stops a wolf from getting closer to the mechanic. But the damage is done, the claws had raked across Raven's side and the smell of blood taints the air.

Clarke lets out a howl of rage, slashing the throat of the wolf on top of her open and barreling into the wolf that had hurt Raven. Anya is putting pressure on the wound as Octavia gives into the wolf with a howl with rage. Her lithe body cracks the bones of one wolf as Lincoln holds off another one. One takes off into the forest, Octavia chasing after him with threatening growls. Clarke continues to fight with two wolf's as Anya looks up at the male who jerks to follow after his mate, her hands coated in blood and Raven's harsh pants coating her ear. "Take Raven to the hospital." Anya growls out to Lincoln, who stares longingly after Octavia but he listens to the second in command.

Anya's back is split open and already bleeding as Lincoln lifts the mechanic and takes off running. Clarke looks after them longingly before the wolf she has pinned kicks out, slicing her side open with the claws on his feet. Anya slams into it's side as three more come from the woods. Already two bodies are cooling on the floor as the two wolves fight the four from Texas.

A large male snaps Clarke's right arm, the bone protruding from the skin and Clarke shifts fully, forgetting about being in town and she rips his throat out with her teeth. She spins and attack the other wolf after her. The female wolf lowers in a crouch, chest rumbling before her black fur twitches and she is lunging forward, slamming Clarke into the brick wall of the alley and snapping at her shoulder. The teeth dig in and Clarke fights, stuck in a red rage induced haze as she digs her claws into the females face and rakes down. The dark female lets out an agonized howl before Clarke rips her throat open, claws dripping in blood as she runs to assist Anya with her two. Anya has just killed one when the other spots Clarke, kicking out to send Anya flying before he begins to run through the forest, chest heaving and limping as quick as he can.

Clarke lets out a howl and chases after the remaining wolf, he is quick but injured and Anya chases at Clarke's heels. Both wolves, one a sandy splatter of blonde and the other an almost honey blonde with fleck of brown work as one, splitting off to flank the injured wolf before they simultaneously slam into his back legs, teeth ripping into his flesh and blood spills across the forest floor as his heart stops. The trees are thick around them and there is that familiar smell before a deep laugh sounds around them. Clarke stiffens, letting out a low growl. He steps from the shadows, still humanoid but red eyes glowing and dark hair slicked back. His lips twist into a deranged smirk, teeth flashing too sharp in his mouth before he lets out a low calling noise. Octavia steps from the shadows, eyes glazed and scratches all over her body. Her disoriented gold eyes meet Clarke's before she lunges forward at the tilt of the alpha's chin.

Clarke fights to keep the smaller brunette from injuring her as well as herself. Clarke watches as the girl lets out a painful howl before she shifts fully, the moon on her back. She shakes her thick dark fur and howls at Clarke, racing forward to slam into her side as Anya races forward to the alpha, honey fur bristles enough to make her look two times her size. Clarke scrambles away from the dark wolf, Octavia's limbs are uncoordinated in this form but she is relentless and Clarke lets the wolf bite her shoulder before she grabs Octavia's neck, digs her claw into the girl's side before she throws her headfirst into the tree. She falls limp and does not move. Slowly the fur recedes and Clarke listens to her steady heart eat before she runs to help Anya with the alpha. 

Anya digs her claws into his side but he twists, claws digging into her stomach and twisting with a sneer, he hadn't even bothered to shift to his full wolf form, too arrogant. Clarke howls as Anya shifts back to human, blood dripping from her mouth and a howl dying on her lips. Clarke slams into his side, rage fueling her. He barely has time to move before her claws are digging into his throat and her teeth into his shoulder. He lets out a shocked gurgle. "How?" Clarke lets out a menacing growl as his red eyes fade to their dull black. He falls to the ground with Clarke kneeling on top of him. Her fur recedes and her gold eyes widen and she releases a loud reverberating howl as they darken to a bright glowing red.

She rips his head off for measure, throwing it across the woods before she hears the pained breathing of Anya behind her. She spins, racing over to the downed wolf as Octavia wakes and leaves with wild confused and desperate eyes. Clarke spares her a glance before kneeling down next to Anya. The wolf coughs up a thick spew of blood, lips trembling and eyes dulling. "You'll be fine, I promise." Clarke presses on the woman's wounds but the bleeding doesn't stop, her heart beats to quick in her chest. The new alpha pulls in a deep breath before releasing it. "Take it." Clarke bares her neck, kneeling over Anya.

"What?" The wolf chokes out, lungs too thick with blood as she swallows down the next cough of blood.

Clarke leans down more, barring her neck even as her instincts scream at her not to. "Take it, you were wounded by an alpha and we're to far from a hospital, you'll die. Take it."

Anya lets out a grunt, twitching in pain. "It could kill you."

"It won't." Clarke pulls Anya head up to her throat and lets the woman's claws dig into her side. The injured wolf lets out a quiet grunt, questioning before Clarke presses on the back of her head and the wolf latches on with sharp teeth, growling and Clarke falls to her back in submission, throat leaking blood as Anya growls louder on top of her. Instincts forcing her to dig into Clarke until the blonde is trembling in pain and whimpering in submission. Anya's eyes are bright gold and Clarke's red before slowly Anya's gold bleeds to red and Clarke's red fades to gold. 

Clarke slumps down, head rolling lethargically against the ground as Anya struggles to tamp down her instincts, they're screaming at her to finish the job but the bleeding alpha leans back slowly, trembling. Anya pulls in a deep breath, feeling her wound knitting together easily now that she possesses the alpha power. Having weakened the blonde and taking her power with the submission and blood on her teeth and claws. She turn her eyes to an exhausted Clarke, the girl pressing a shaking hand to her own throat to stem the slow blood trickling out. "You gave up alpha power to save me."

"You saved Raven." Clarke grunts out, blinking blearily up at the woman as she climbs off of Clarke. "Id give anything up for Raven."

 Anya stares at her before kneeling down and pulling the blonde to her feet. "C'mon. Let's find the others." She slings Clarke's arm around her shoulder. The blonde lets out a hiss as it pulls at her wounds and Anya winces. The wounds on the alpha are still fresh but they're healing, much faster than Clarke's are. They lean on one another as they follow their trail back out of the forest.

Lexa finds them, red eyes flashing to Anya's red and the bite to Clarke's throat as she skids to a stop, taking in their injured forms. "What happened?"

Anya stands tall under her alpha's gaze even as instincts try to force her to fight for dominance. "I was injured, she saved me."

Lexa's eyes find the bite at Clarke's throat and the blood coating Anya's lips. "She gave you the power?"

Clarke grunts low in her chest, interrupting them. "Raven? Octavia?"

Lexa keeps staring at the blonde like she can't figure her out even as she answers the question. "Raven is with Echo and Bellamy at the bar, the doctors stitched her up. Indra and Lincoln are running after Octavia." Lexa stares at her. "Why would you go back to being omega? You had all the power you needed."

Clarke rolls weak shoulders, blinking blearily, her wounds had healed somewhat before she had given up the alpha to Anya, she still hurt all over and her throat throbbed while her sides dripped blood. The wounds from an alpha always taking longer to heal. "She was dying. She saved Raven."

Lexa jerks her chin. "Thank you for saving Anya."

Anya rolls her eyes, shifting her feet and keeping her arm around the naked blonde's waist. "Can we leave now? The rival pack is dead and I'm hungry." Lexa shakes her head, letting out a relieved sigh before she peels off her jacket, handing it to Anya. Anya helps the smaller blonde into it and Lexa raises her brow.

Anya wrinkles her nose. "You smell Leksa."  The alpha lets out a quick laugh as she peels off her long sleeved shirt and tosses it at the new alpha's head. With a scowl the alpha pulls it over her head and the three of them make their way out of the forest.

Two days later everyone is at the bar. Octavia is tucked into Lincoln's side, eyes bright with happiness as she goads Bellamy. Echo is rolling her eyes, hand tangled into Bellamy's left with her arm slung over her brother's shoulder. Anya and Clarke are shoving one another as they come through the door. The click of the door loud as they bare their teeth at one another, eyes flashing red and gold but also with happiness. Lexa comes to stand next to the human. "I can give you the bite, you could join Clarke." Lexa's words are soft yet tense but also earnest. 

Raven laughs, shaking her head. "Thanks but I don't need it, I've run with wolves for five years just fine." Her eyes find Clarke's and she grins leaving behind a confused Lexa as she makes her way over to her wolf, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Good hunt Pup?"

Clarke eagerly kisses Raven back, fingers tight on the back of her neck. "The best."

Raven grins, pulling at Clarke and staring at her too bright eyes. "Want to make the night even better?"

Clarke licks her lips, eyes flashing gold again. "You always make it better."

Raven laughs but kisses Clarke soundly again, fingers tight across the wolf's ribs as the sound of the pack continues around them. "Let's get out of here." Clarke growls eagerly in her throat at Raven's words before they make their way out the door.