The journey to Campbell's territory was quicker than planned. Balthazar let a low but short howel loose signaling the scout they had arrived.

By the time they reached the border, it was just past eleven in the morning. Not to say the trip hadn't had its share of trouble because they had managed somehow.

At one point, a pack member had been accidentally knocked out by Balthazar. He had gotten a bit too close for his comfort and had received a shoulder bump from the wolf that was twice his size. Needless to say, the pup went fly and unlucky hit a tree knocking him out cold.

The pack had unceremoniously tossed him on his friend's back and they were on their way once again.  The guy had keeper falling off and Balthazar had growled that if someone didn't tie the boy down he was going to throw him under a bush and leave him. 

So they had and that's how the boy had came to, bouncing around with his wrists and ankles tied around his very unhappy companion.

Waiting wasn't Malachi’s strong suit, Balthazar was a little better but in this situation, he was going mad. He paced hackles raised waiting for the signal to proceed. 

The plan was simple, he would call out the Campbell's Alpha to duel to death, and if he refuses they would destroy the whole clan until he surrenders in which case he would rip his throat out for his cowardice. Either way the man was dying today.

Half an hour passed with no sign of the scout and the pack growing restless. A rustle in a nearby bush drew Balthazar’s attention. The scent of blood wafted in their direction and shortly after a man of small stature limped towards them. 

He was badly wounded and clutching his left arm. Once his eyes landed on the pack a sigh of relief escaped his lips and the pack rushed him, creating a full circle around the boy and Balthazar. 

Snaping bones and cracking joins were the only sounds heard as Malachi returned to his human form.

He knelt next to the man, William was one of the Blood Moon’s best scout. He was small in stature and had a slight curve to his hips his big almond eyes looked up at his alpha.

"I...I..I'm so sorry alpha they found me and could not respond to your signal once I escaped, or the would have found me again." a sob escaped his lips and he rubbed his eyes in frustration. 

Malachi placed a hand on the boy's right shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"You did well," he uttered the praise and nodded his head.

The young pup was lucky to have escaped, most clans who captured omegas we're far from kind to his gender, he would have been dead for sure without his training.

The Blood Moon The pack is one of the few packs that train with omegas amongst their ranks.

And using them as scouts had only been implemented into their regiment when Malachi took over as Pack Alpha. The training is a lot tougher for the omegas but only those who volunteer are put through the regiment. 

Omegas were often thought of as inferior because of their second gender and their small stature. But to Malachi, they were ideal for information gathering and infiltration into enemy territory. 

The only drawback was the heat cycle but as a Pack, they were working together to find a solution.

Malachi listened intently to Williams's report. The alarm to warn the Pack had been sounded ten minutes before their arrival. Will had been attacked shortly after which means his attackers were still in the woods.

They had to take out the ones lurking in the forest before they headed for the pack's stronghold. From what William had said he had only two on him, which most likely contribute to him still being alive. 

Dave and Mark volunteered to dispose of the two, then circle back and guard the wounded omega. 

After returning to his wolf form they set out. The plan was executed perfectly, the one thing he had not expected was that Mike was not present at his stronghold and that he had left his whole pack defenseless.

It appears that Malachi hadn't been the only one who had the same thought of attacking the Campbell Pack today. A pack of Rogues we're in the process of massacring the entire pack when they arrived. 

His pack quickly when into defense formation with Malachi at the head and Cid his Beta taking the rear. With both sides flanked by the remaining pack members. They made short work of the surprised Rouges but some of them recovered from their shock much quicker, making them tougher to kill.

A couple of hours later all the Rouges had been disposed of and luckily he had lost none of his own. They were several injured but would live once they were fixed up. 

After an assessment of his men, his attention returned to the job at hand, sure he had gone and just saved the pack of his enemy but that didn't mean he was leaving without his head. Balthasar seemed to agree with this because he let out a deep growl that vibrated his chest. 

On his arrival at the main packhouse, he noted the fact that on one side the door had been broken in half, so most likely the place had already been hit. That would explain why so many of the Campbells Littered the ground.

As if by some miracle his second scout scurried down from the roof of the building in front oh him, it was a good thirty-foot droop, but the omega made it look so easy as he climbed down. Grabbing onto the ledge he then swinging his small agile body from one window to the next until his feet landed on solid ground.

Relief flooded his face at the sight of his packs Alpha. Luke's report had similarities to Williams. After then alarm sounded, the two sent to the forest weren't after Will but to find out how close the Rogues we're. Unlucky for them they had run into The Blood Moon pack instead.

As they walked Luke informed them that there were still survivors, he pointed to a building further down, the packhouse for the omegas. They headed there immediately.

Malachi was gritting his teeth, the Campbells Delta stood before his injury on his side oozing blood. 

They had just had a screaming match. Malachi had demanded to see his alpha and had screamed at him why. 

The small amount of blood that stained the Delta’s face red from their screaming match drained of all color. 

He reviled that Mike had left earlier that morning taking with him more than half their fighters for protection. With that, he fell back against the heavy door with a loud thud. He knocked on the door as he tried to catch himself but didn't manage it.

Malachi was pacing back and forth lost in his thoughts as the door slammed once again drawing his attention away from his thoughts. Before him stood the smallest Omega he had ever laid eyes on. He wore a cream muslin one-piece that tied around his neck, secured with a leather collar with a lock in the center. The fabric clung to all the right places then flared out slightly at his hips, creating a bubbly effect around his legs and finally closing off around each ankle. He wore black flats and nothing else. He had gray hair which puzzled Malachi since the boy was probably no more than 14 or 15. His skin was the color of fresh cream but he could not see his eyes as he kept his head down.

The little omega fidgeted pinching the fabric of his pants and gently tugging it now and again, he was nibbling his lower lip his brain doing overtime. His eyes widened as he realized what he had just done, his head turned slowly to look at the crumpled heap of his packs Delta.

They shared a look, both unable to understand why the other was there. The omega squeezed his eyes shut in resolve and faced them. His eyes landed on Cid, after his request to see him Cid burst into laughter. This had quite annoyed the little creature because the next thing he did would seal his fate forever.