Not what you wanted, just what I needed (Starker)

Who are you?

Next morning
Tony's POV
   I am awoken by a weight bouncing on his chest, when I open my eyes I am surprised to find a little girl almost a spitting image of Julian, with waist length snow wight hair. When she finally notices I am awake her bouncing comes to a haunt and she grins ear to ear at me " YOUR AWAKE!" she yells in an obnoxious child's voice. I role my eyes and heave out a sigh gently pushing her off and rolling over. After listening to both the kids playing for a couple minutes I finally get up stretching (and hearing all of my bones crack. I'm getting old). I set the kids on the bed and left the warmth of the cabin to find us some breakfast. After a few minutes of hunting and prepping the deer I made my way back to the cabin. I had gotten back just in time to be met at the door by a tiny wolf with chocolate brown fur, The small wolf looked to be on the verge of passing out but that didn't stop him from growling at me. My wolf wanted to get inside and check on the pups. I let out a low basey growl left my chest as I let my alpha mind take over. I smelled the air and backed down realizing that this was an omega, and all of a sudden it clicked, this wolf was not here to hurt the pups. I shifted into my Bipedal form and held my hands up in surrender. The other wolf reluctantly shifted as well. There in front of me stood a scrawny boy with brown hair that curled at the tips, and a big brown dow eyed expression that made my heart stutter. I ignored everything when the boy collapsed right in front of me. My instincts kicking in and I picked him up and quickly ran him inside. I put him on the cot and covered him in a heavy jacket and then started working on the food ignoring the whining questing of the children. I shot the chef a message that I was to be home by tomorrow and I would be bring three others with me, I immediately put the wall back up in my mind to avoid the questions and reprimands that would soon fallow. I raided the dressers not finding a thing my size so I eventually gave up and settled on a long sleeve shirt that was to small for me, a pair of jeans that just barely fit me and some work boots. I kept busy trying not to pay attention to the itch I get every time I look over at the young boy sleeping on the cot.