This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I chose Alpha and Omega because Mercy and Adam have a lot more out there than Anna and Charles. This is the first chapter, I have more to come if requested. Please review and let me know how you like it.

Disclaimer: None of the A&O or Mercy Thompson characters belong to me. That would be the privilege of Patricia Briggs. I just wanted to share a story I wouldn't mind hearing for Charles and Anna.

"I held it in but now it seems you set it running free. Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart."

- Howl, Florence + the Machine

Chapter 1

Anna's life turned upside down when Charles came to Chicago. It had improved in every possible way. Everything she thought she knew about being a wolf, which hadn't been much, had turned out to be half-truths and mostly wrong. And there were so many things that she just didn't know. But to escape the abuse, the constant fear, it had been a Godsend. Becoming Charles' mate had been a bonus; A bonus Anna hadn't even hoped for. It scared her at first, being that the only wolves she'd ever known had been cruel to her. But Charles was so gentle and so understanding. She loved her mate. And now she had a pack. A real one, not the distorted madhouse Leo had so haphazardly held together to suffice his mentally failing mate. In the midst of all this, she'd fallen in love, her nightmares had started subsiding and she'd learned that she was an Omega.

Having to fight that witch with Charles a few months ago had really helped her come into her capabilities as one. She didn't like to admit that the ordeal had helped her in any way, but as horrible as it was, it did help them. It had been that situation that tested both their abilities and sealed their mating bond. Now that she's starting to come into herself, it's easier to help Bran deal with the unruly wolves that they've had flowing in like a steady stream. It's the worst possible time for so many wolves to be having control issues and it was rather unnatural. For most new wolves, a little nudge in the right direction made controlling their wolf an instinct.

"Now, Nathaniel... Don't you worry about those boys back there." Anna said calmly to the growling wolf, referring to Bran and Charles at her back. She had told them she was fine with the wolf, but they would hear none of it. She should've insisted that if Bran was gonna wake her up in the early morning hours for this, she should get to do it her way. But there's just no arguing with those two.

"They're just here to make sure you don't hurt me, but you would never hurt me, would you?" she said in the motherly tone she took with the wolves.

The wolf looked up at her in admiration, growled once more at Charles and then Bran in turn, and then stretched out at her feet. She rubbed his belly, which earned her a growl from Charles and what sounded like a snicker from Bran. She shot them both a look and they both quieted down.

"How long has his wolf been in control like this?" she asked Bran.

"We're not entirely sure but at least four days. He's been here for two. It took a bit of convincing to get Charles to let me ask you to deal with a wolf this size." Bran said pointedly.

She glared at Charles. "You mean you let this poor guy stay like this for two more days than he needed to because you didn't want your wife, whose been a wolf longer and has a natural knack for calming wolves, around him?" Charles just stood stone faced but she could swear she saw shame pass through eyes. She looked back to Bran and said, "How do we know his name's Nathaniel?"

"He wears pet ID tag like Samuel. I called his Alpha to find out who was either cocky or stupid enough to wear the tag name 'Varg' and he told me it had to be Nathaniel. It's lucky most Americans don't know Swedish for wolf when they see it."

Anna stifled a giggle. "He seriously made his tag name 'wolf' in Swedish? I thought the idea of a pet ID tag was to fool humans into thinking that we're just big dogs?"

"Yes. It's hilarious," said Bran, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Anna could swear she saw "Varg" wink. "Fooling humans is the general idea. I guess this one's is gonna be just as much trouble whether it's him or the wolf in control."

Anna threw her head back and laughed. Grabbing his scruff playfully, she told him to behave himself because she had other work to do. Then she stood up, dusted off her clothes, threw Charles one last, less angry look and went back up stairs.

Bran clapped Charles on the shoulder and smiled to himself. Charles just shook his head and followed the love of his life up the stairs. When he and Bran made it to the kitchen, Anna was already started on a huge egg, bacon and sausage breakfast. Although, there were only five of them in the house, and one was a wolf, the full moon was only a few days away. They're always hungrier closer to the change. And they were werewolves after all. They sat at the island and talked with Anna while she cooked. Leah came in while Anna was cooking, made some snide remark about another woman cooking in her kitchen, grabbed some food and coffee and went back to her room. Anna put platefuls of food in front of each man and than joined them herself, pretending she hadn't heard Leah's clip at her. She'd learned quickly that it was just easier to ignore her.

"It's not like she ever cooks in it." Charles said, sarcastically. Anna laughed and nearly choked on her orange juice. And they continued that way, eating and laughing, until Bran's phone rang. The person on the other end didn't speak loudly, but you don't have to with werewolves. No such thing as private phone call with wolves in the room. There was another uncontrollable wolf. Bran strode out of the room, leaving Charles and Anna to their breakfast.

"It doesn't seem normal for so many of us to be unable to control the wolf." Anna said to Charles, conversationally. Charles looked at her, underestimating how perceptive she could be… again. In a much more serious tone, he looked at her and said, "It's not."

"What could send wolves out of control like that? They're obviously new wolves with that much of a lack of control. Even Alphas don't have that kind of control over another's wolf." she asked. He just hung and shook his head and said, "We have no idea."