Four white wolves had disappeared from the dewy meadow of Kurt's dreams last night, one a cub who had only appeared two nights ago. There were still a lot of wolves left but the atmosphere was no longer that of a sanctuary, it was eerie and left Kurt with a cold sweat when he woke in the middle of the night.

He hadn't been able to sleep after that, deciding instead to head to the study, lock the door, light the candles and practise morphing to and from his wolf, Blaine's handkerchief tucked into the collar chained around his neck. It hadn't worked to begin with three nights ago when Blaine had given him the scented piece of cotton, but with each night that passed he gained more control. Last night was his best so far, gaining control of his wolf within seconds and able to morph back with ease.

It was the most relaxed he had been with his wolf since he was a little boy and he was scared to say that he was enjoying it. He was already at the peak of his fitness, but now he felt stronger, his eyes sharper and his speed increased. His wolf no longer fought against him, pushing through, but synced with him, helping him. He was no longer two beings pushing against one another; he was becoming one with his wolf, and he wanted it.

The hunter in him was telling him to stop, his mother's warnings were telling him to be careful and his father's stories were telling him to watch out. Everything around him told him this was a bad idea, but that night by the lake with Blaine, rushing around the forest and jumping into the lake had him putting aside those worries, not forgetting them - you can't forget warnings like that - and letting loose. Letting himself be free.

However today, he was a hunter and protector as he watched the town come together in the park for a cake sale to raise money for the church. Stalls littered the grass, covering every inch of land, leaving just enough room for people to walk by between, while a stage had been set up by the church for Rachel's theatre troupe, currently occupied by a group of thespians playing out a scene from 'Blood Brothers', which Kurt had heard from his 'date' with Mercedes last night, was Rachel's next adventure once 'Les Mis' had run its course.

A bouncy castle was set up not far off from where Kurt leaned against a tree, pulling at the cuff of his white shirt, silver thread embroidered across the chest and back in Celtic coils. A couple of kids jumped off the bouncy castle, rolling in the grass and morphing into tiny grey wolves, scampering passed Kurt. He watched them carefully, making sure they didn't upset anyone and that no one touched the frail little bundles. He could've warned them about turning into wolves in such a public place but he didn't want to spoil their good mood.

Kurt pushed himself off the tree, brushing down his light grey skinny jeans and stepped through the crowds, smiling to those who greeted him. The smells coming from the stalls had him drooling, a mixture of salty meats, smoked fish and warm pastries down every walkway. Between the food stalls were crafts of all sorts made by the locals and Kurt had already picked himself up a pearl brooch of a crescent moon from Sugar's stand, while asking her about how she was fairing in Schuester's pack, having only joined six months ago.

The sweet smell from the bakery corner caught Kurt's senses as he found himself walking over, hoping Becky had a little basket for him to take back. His lips twitched into a smile as he stopped, watching Nick and Jeff drool over the cupcake display on the side; a ten tier cake stand filled with hundreds of cupcakes, each layer a different colour and on the top, a white cupcake, icing shaped to look like a rose. Each time they reached out to snatch a cupcake, Becky would tap their hands then point a finger as a warning, letting them know that if they wanted a cake, she wanted money first; just like her father, Kurt thought with a chuckle.

Becky looked up and beamed at Kurt, stepping away from Nick and Jeff to give him her full attention, "Kurt! I knew you'd come, I've got a hamper filled with goodies just for you. If you want I could bring them to your house later?"

Nick and Jeff turned with Becky, grinning at Kurt as he stepped up to them, "Thank you Becky, can I see that hamper?"

Becky nodded, briskly taking off in the direction of her van. Nick grabbed Kurt's arm, shaking it lightly, "Kurt, this is amazing. These cakes look so delicious, I could eat the whole lot."

"You would as well if it wasn't for missy back there." Jeff nudged Nick, eyeing a chocolate cake.

"She's a business woman, money first and then you get the goodies." Kurt shrugged, watching the two size up a strawberry tart.

"Wes has our money." Jeff replied, huffing.

"Says we buy too much tat and if we want anything to show him first." Nick explained, crossing his arms.

"Where is Wes?" Kurt pondered, looking around. Thanks to the food, Kurt's senses weren't as sharp as they normally were; he could barely make out a wolf unless they were right in front of him, relying more on his sight.

"He's with Thad and David, setting up the stage." Jeff pointed off to the stage, where the thespians were accepting a huge round of applause from the crowd.

"We're on next." Nick bounced on his feet, a bright smile on his face. "Oh, Kurt, can you sing? You should sing with us!" Nick had grabbed Kurt's hands, bouncing harder on his feet.

"Sorry guys, I'm working." Kurt removed his hands from Nick's grip, thankful when he heard Becky running over.

The basket was huge and by the way Becky was struggling with it, it was heavy too. It was filled with chocolate treats, cupcakes and sweets, wrapped up with a huge blue bow. Kurt was going to lose all his teeth if he ate those, but the wide eyed look Nick and Jeff were giving the hamper gave him an idea. He thanked Becky for the hamper, taking it from her and waited for her to go over to another customer before handing it to Nick.

"There you go, now you don't have to go begging for money from Wes." Kurt grinned at the shocked look Jeff was giving him, while Nick just stared at the hamper in his arms, jaw ajar.

"What?! Really?!" Jeff squealed, hands itching to open the film cover and dive in.

"Really, I couldn't eat them all and the witch will kill me if I bring this temptation home. We're still working through the last basket she gave us."

Jeff jumped at Kurt, nuzzling his neck, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Jeff kissed his cheek, gripping his shoulders, "Blaine was right about you!"

Kurt paused, gripping Jeff's arms pulling them away slightly, "What did Blaine say?"

Jeff looked back at Nick nervously, "Umm..." Nick began biting his lip, eyes flickering back to the stage, "We better go, we're on in ten minutes. Thanks for this Kurt!" Nick rushed off through the crowd, followed by Jeff who waved back at Kurt, laughing nervously. Kurt waved back, half heartedly, mind running wild with what Blaine could've said about them.

A white rose settled in front of Kurt, breaking him from his thoughts and he looked behind him to meet that cheeky smile that always made him smile as well. Sebastian stood there, dark blue jeans fitted under a white top, finished with a dark red blazer, holding the rose out to Kurt, his Alpha's aura willing Kurt to accept his gift. With Kurt more in tune with his wolf he couldn't help but reach out and pluck the rose from his grip, tilting it to his nose to smell the sweet fragrance with a smile.

"Thank you, Sebastian." Kurt spoke, still looking at the rose.

"It's not much. One of my medics has been growing a small garden just outside the mines and found this rose bush not far off and I thought I'd bring you one, I thought the colour was very fitting." Sebastian shrugged, hands in his pockets.

"Depends what legend you believe." Kurt smiled, pressing the rose to his lips thoughtfully.

"I just thought the colour reminded me of your flawless skin."

Kurt turned away from Sebastian, hiding his faint blush, looking out to the stage as the crowd cheered on the Warblers, led by Blaine. Kurt grinned, spotting Jeff wiping away a hint of blue icing from his lips as he and Nick rushed in behind Blaine, who was giving them as disapproving look. A hand on his lower back brought Kurt back to the wolf next to him.

"How did Blaine and his lot get so involved in this?"

"I think that might have something to do with a friend of mine from the theatre. She must have strong armed them into doing this somehow."

"Hmm, how about we leave them to it?" Sebastian had already grabbed Kurt's arm, tugging him away from the stage, giving him no option but to follow the Alpha, giving one last fleeting look to the stage, watching Blaine smile to Wes as they set up for their first song.

Kurt allowed himself to be tugged around the stalls with Sebastian, not wanting to upset the Alpha and it allowed him to keep an eye on all areas of the park, not just a stage with a certain wolf on it. He was led round the stalls Sebastian's wolves had set up, showing off their craftsmanship and cooking skills, gifting Kurt with a silk scarf, which Sebastian tucked into the belt loops of Kurt's jeans, tying a knot over his pistol.

Kurt twisted the rose between his fingers as they walked over to the fountain, Sebastian taking a seat on the ledge while Kurt stood, looking over the crowds towards the stage, just able to hear Blaine's voice ringing out another tune as women placed more ten dollar bills into a pot to make them sing another song. Kurt was ready to hide that pot if it meant he got to speak with Blaine to tell him how well he was doing with his wolf.

"What's on your mind, beautiful?" Sebastian pried, running a hand through the tassels of the silk scarf.

"Just amazed that you and Blaine can be so close to one another and not want to tear each other apart." Kurt quipped, still looking out onto the stage.

"Just because we're both Alphas doesn't mean we're hot blooded animal." Kurt bit his lip at that, holding back his smirk. "We have our own land, well, Blaine's with his father but it's still his land. We have our own clans and we listen to each other."

"So you giving me a rose, buying me pretty things and trying to get me to go out with you is listening to Blaine?" Kurt couldn't help himself, Wes had told him that they had spoke of claiming Kurt at the party in the mines and he wanted to test the waters.

"And I told him that we'd see who you chose." Sebastian growled, gripping Kurt's wrist to make him sit next to him.

Kurt leaned in, playing the game, grinning at the way Sebastian followed his movements before sitting back, "I'm not some trophy you can win... far from it... I appreciate what you're doing, it feels nice to be treated like I'm more than just some hunter but I just want to be friends."

Sebastian huffed looking away, "Ouch..." He whispered, biting his lip. "You'd make a beautiful wolf, you know that?" Sebastian was looking at him again, eyes absorbing him, pulling him in and Kurt fought his wolf to stay where he was, back straight.

"I'd make a terrible wolf, you know, being a hunter and everything." Kurt shrugged, standing again, finding an archery contest taking place on the high street.

"I've known wolves who were hunters." Sebastian quipped, following Kurt's line of sight. "You should be taking part in that."

Kurt hummed in response, taking off towards the archers when he spots a tuft of blonde hair among the competitors. He watched that tuft attached to a tall, lean body wrapped in khaki pants and a short sleeves black top take aim at the target and fire into the left side of the red target, getting a round of applause from the audience. Kurt grabbed a bow and arrow off another competitor, handing him the rose and stepped out onto the road, taking aim and firing an arrow directly into the centre of target, the crowd erupting into cheer. Slowly turning towards the man he hadn't seen for a long time, he raised a brow, cocking his head to the target.

"Getting rusty, Adam. That would never pass at the academy." Kurt tossed the bow to the man he took it from, eyes watching the smile spread on the Brit's face.

"Why Kurt, fancy meeting you here." He teased, shouldering his own bow and stepping back into the park, followed by Kurt.

"The only reason you'd be here is if society sent you, so spill. What did the all powerful Sue send you here for?" Kurt turned to Sebastian, motioning for him to stay back. He was not letting a single wolf near this hunter.

Adam turned on his heel, resting a hand on the string of his bow, "You're right, the society did send me out here, but not to this town. I'm heading south, but they wanted me to give you some details of what they know."

"About?" Kurt egged on.

"About the demons that seem to have a thing for the Hounds of God." Adam explained, "Though, frankly, I say let them carry on. The less wolves the better."

"And that is why you're not allowed here, Adam. This is a safe haven for wolves and I will not have you messing with that. Remember, how you and wolves have never gotten along?" Kurt was frantically looking around; heightening his senses to make sure no wolves came near them. Adam couldn't smell them, but he was an expert at picking them out.

"Relax, I know the rules; this is your town, your rules. Which is why I'm not staying long... though it's a shame because I'd love for us to catch up." Adam was looking over the crowd, a frown on his face. Kurt followed his eyes to the fountain, where Sebastian was watching with narrowed eyes and Kurt could hear him growling from here. Grabbing Adam's arm he pulled him across the high street to his office, locking the door behind him.

"Easy, Tiger, what's with the change of scenery?" Adam laughed, looking around the office.

"What did the council want you to tell me? Do they know anything about the key?" Kurt asked, stepping past Adam to the window, making sure no one had followed them.

Adam dropped his bow and rucksack to the floor, taking a seat in the wingback chair, "Sylvester has word that a group of demons and witches are heading north towards this region. I'm being sent down to investigate and take care of any demons that come by. Apparently, this group has already killed two Hounds, pulled apart five packs and caused a lot of damage to several towns in the last few weeks. No word on whether the one who is leading this massacre is part of the group but that's another reason for me going down. So yeah, Sue wanted you to know so you could be prepared, in case they get passed me. But no, they're still working on this whole key you mentioned to them."

Kurt took all this information in, running a hand over his mouth as he leaned against his desk, "Is that it?"

Adam nodded, going quiet for a moment, fiddling with his fingers, "You know, for the sake of the locals, you should get rid of the wolves."

Kurt held back a growl, glaring at Adam, "You may be happy dealing with vampires but I'm not. Yes, these demons are after wolves, but in the same breath they are our best defence against them. And anyway, the demons will come here whether the wolves are or not. They'll be able to tell there have been wolves here and will torture the locals until one of them tells them where the wolves went. No, the wolves stay and you, my friend, are leaving."

"Always so cruel. Fine." Adam shook his head; they were never going to agree on this. He stood, grabbing his rucksack and bow and walked out the door without a good bye. Kurt followed him, watching him walk down the high street towards the highway, again checking that he didn't go near any wolves.

Even though Adam was older than Kurt by a couple of years, Adam had trained under him for a year when he first came from England to join the society, when a post opened up. They had gotten on for the most part, enjoying each other's company, maybe a little too much, but as Kurt introduced him to the packs around the town, it soon became clear that they were on different wave lengths and Kurt had spoken to Sue about getting him transferred. Adam left the next week and Kurt only spoke and saw him a few times a year after that, for which Kurt was thankful. Adam had a hatred for wolves the society enjoyed, but Kurt didn't work like that. It caused a few issues with those in the society, but Kurt's way of working was of great interest to those who were forward thinking, which meant Kurt was allowed to work the way he did and train those who thought how he did.

He looked back over to the fountain only to find it empty and let out a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to deal with Sebastian any longer or any questions as to why another hunter was here. He carried on with his duties walking around the park, deep in thought about what Adam had told him. If they were coming from the south he'd have to warm Will and get Emma hidden, also Jane would have to be hidden as well.

Kurt looked down at his hands as a wave of nervousness flooded him. What about himself? How was he going to fight and ensure his own safety? Should he really be trying to sync with his wolf when right now he needed to hide his wolf and be a hunter? But his wolf was making him a better hunter and fighter, it had only been a few days but the difference was staggering. Kurt was in a dilemma and he didn't know where to turn.

The day had carried on without incident, they had raised more than enough money for the church to renovate the old chapel and restore some of the oil paintings inside. The park would need some tender loving care after the traffic it had suffered today and even in the late hour there were still some locals picking up litter around the high street.

Kurt was doing his last walk around town as the moon lit up the dark streets. He was trying to sniff out Finn so he could take off for the night, slightly annoyed he wasn't picking up his phone. He was also upset that he hadn't managed to pull Blaine away from that damn stage all day, a constant stream of money into that stupid pot keeping them on stage, singing chart hit after hit. Though Kurt didn't mind having Blaine's sultry voice in the background as he worked. As he walked on, he found himself being led to the theatre, where a low hum of music was seeping from within.

Stepping through the parlour, passed the grand set of double doors, he wasn't expecting to see Rachel and Blaine singing Pinks 'So What' into beer bottles, while bouncing around the stage, pointing down into the rows of chair, where Finn, Santana and all the Warblers sat cheering them on, holding up their own bottles of beer in salute to the two performers. Kurt had to laugh at their antics, Blaine's curly hair bouncing on top of his head, his blazer from before hanging off a chair, his stripped navy and white top teamed with maroon chinos. Rachel bounced around Blaine, scrunching her hair in her hand, little black dress spinning around with her tipsy steps, as Finn, Wes and David wolf whistled at her.

As the song ended, Kurt coughed to gain their attention, Rachel reacting with a squeal, rushing to the edge of the stage and jumping down with the help of David and rushing into Kurt's arms.

"Kurt! I'm so glad you came! Santana said you would if we didn't tell you and here you are!" Throwing her arms up in the air, she turned back to the group, "Guys! Look! Kurt's here!" She grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him toward the group, Blaine already down from the stage and sitting next to Thad, giving him a nudge and running a hand down his arm as he's passed a fresh bottle of beer.

"What's going on?" Kurt's eyes quickly scanned the boxes of empty beer bottles, taking account of the number and doing the maths; they weren't that drunk, but they were on their way and Rachel was already there by the way she staggered slightly, holding onto Kurt's arm.

"I wanted to thank the boys for taking part and raising so much money. Honestly Kurt, I had to take the bucket away otherwise these poor guys would've carried on singing until they lost their voices. So we decided to set up in here and put on our own little show. Santana brought the beer when I invited Finn but when I said I wanted to invite you, Santana hid my phone." Rachel moved to sit in Finn's lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Dude, these wolves are ace! They sing and dance yeah, but, they, like, know loads of stuff and Thad and Ethan play football and I've already challenged Nick and Jeff to a game of CoD! Think Burt would be cool with a couple of wolves in the house?"

Kurt looked to Nick and Jeff studiously, he had a list of things he'd want to hide before they got into that house, but he nodded anyway not wanting to cause suspicion or ruin the mood, "Sure, just let Burt know first. I don't know how his heart would cope with two strange wolves in the house." There, if Burt knew, he'd hide everything connected to Kurt's and his mother's wolves.

"Awesome." Finn grinned, raising a thumb to Nick and Jeff, "Game on!"

Nick and Jeff high fived each other then reached down to pull up a cupcake each from what Kurt could see was an almost empty hamper. "You eat all of those?" Kurt grinned.

Jeff shook his head, "Blaine made us share." He pointed an accusing finger at the Alpha.

"I'm not dealing with hyper versions of you two." He muttered into his bottle, taking another sip.

"You like hyper us, it means you get loads of cuddles." Nick teased, winking at Blaine while biting into his yellow cupcake.

"Oh, Kurt, you should see how these lot interact, it's so weird. I know you told me that wolves are very interactive and touchy but I never thought like this! Are all packs like these lot?" Finn waved his hand at the group of grinning wolves, all of them looking very cosy. Wes had his hand on Blaine's shoulder, while Thad had his hand on David's knee, Nick and Jeff were cuddled together while Trent and Ethan were whispering into each others' ears.

"Most packs are touchy, it's the wolf in them, but this lot and the Andersons are very touchy feely."

"Have you never shown Finn how you interact with Nathan?" Wes piped up, a sly grin on his face.

"Dude, show me! You never show me this stuff!" Finn insisted. He was right, Kurt never showed this hulk of a step brother how to submit or dominate a wolf. He didn't want Finn getting so close to a wolf for him to need it. Kurt placed his hand on his hip, "Don't you have a shift to start?" He tried to distract Finn.

"Yeah but first, show me how it's done! How would you calm down a wolf?" Finn would've been bouncing in his chair if it wasn't for the half asleep Rachel in his lap.

Kurt's eyes shifted to Blaine who was watching him intently, pupils blown with arousal at having such an act done to him while in such a relaxed mood. Calming a wolf meant becoming very submissive and touching a wolf in a certain manner, which made Kurt swallowed at the thought. "You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" Kurt whined at Finn, he didn't want to do this in front of so many, but his wolf wanted it, wanted to get close to the Alpha.

"Come on Lady Hummel, just get on with it! I want a show!" Santana joined in, kicking her feet up onto the chair in front, long legs crossing over the other.

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to relax his shoulders. He could do this, he just needed to treat it like a lesson for Finn. He looked again to Blaine, taking note of his hazel eyes watching him, awaiting him. He nodded briskly, removing his weapons from around his body, placing them on the chair next to him.

"Fine, okay, one quick lesson for you, Finn, then you go do your patrol." Kurt unbuckled his holster pulling it with his pistol from beneath the silk scarf, placing it down, eyes drifting up as a low growl surfaced from Blaine's throat.

"Kurt, hey, is he acting?" Finn whispered to Kurt, eyes glued to Blaine.

"He's not acting." David bit his lip, all the wolves watching their Alpha carefully.

Kurt watched Blaine, his eyes flickering gold, lips taut against his clenched teeth and fist clenched around his bottle as the growl got louder. Kurt followed Blaine's gaze to the scarf wrapped in his belt loops.

"Oh this lesson just got real, Finn. He's annoyed I'm wearing this scarf, a gift from another Alpha. Lesson one Finn, never ever wear a gift from one wolf around another of the same class. Lesson two, approach an angry wolf with slow, steady steps." Kurt slowly inched towards Blaine, swaying his hip with each step but still ready to act if Blaine pounced.

"Dude then, remove the scarf!" Finn shouted out to him, arms frantic, disturbing Rachel.

Kurt grinned back at Finn, "Then I won't be able to show you how good at this I am."

Kurt rocked his hips as he stood before Blaine, his eyes trained on the scarf around his hips, the growl ever present. Kurt placed his hands on his thighs, slowly lowering himself onto his knees to look up at Blaine, meeting his golden eyes. "Lesson three, always let the Alpha be above you, let him think he's in charge."

Tentatively, Kurt reached out to place his hand on Blaine's thigh and letting it rest there for a moment, gauging his response and happy to see Blaine accept it, allowing him to move his hand up passed his hip, over his abs and resting on his chest, over his heart. "Lesson four, wolves are very receptive to a gentle touch and if they return it, let them." As Kurt spoke, Blaine had pushed his bottle into Wes' lap then, bringing his hand to cup Kurt's cheek, he leaned forward to brush his lips against Kurt's temple, trailing down to his neck, his hand moving into Kurt's hair, gripping lightly.

Kurt tilts his head for Blaine, giving him room to plant butterfly kisses over his pulse, giving Blaine a light gasp into his ear, grinning when the growling ceased and Blaine's body relaxed. He let Blaine's other hand wander down his side to the knot in the scarf, deftly undoing it with one hand then tugging it out of the belt loops, causing Kurt's body to be pulled closer against Blaine's, watching the scarf get thrown across the rows of chair, out of sight. He doesn't want to pull away, enjoying being held, being touched by the Alpha but does so anyway, moving his hands to Blaine's knees, pushing himself to his feet turning away from Blaine and walking back over to Finn. He smiled as he heard Blaine whine from behind him, his pack teasing him with chuckles and swooning sounds.

"And that's how to calm an Alpha, submissively. Doing it dominantly is a lot harder and a lot more dangerous." Kurt grinned at the stunned look Finn was giving him.

"Y-You do that with Nathan? With Puck?!"

Kurt nodded, smirking at the look of horror on Finn's face and the little squeal Rachel lets out. "Oh my god Kurt, that was so hot!"

"I have to agree with Berry. That was sexual." Santana piped up.

"Dude... I'm leaving the pack thing to you. Definitely." Finn breathed out, eyes still wide and skin pale.

"Probably for the best. You gonna get to work now?" Kurt prompted.

Finn jumped to his feet, quickly grabbing for Rachel before she fell, holding onto her shoulders to steady her. "I should take Rachel home first."

"But the theatre... I need to... lock it up." Rachel slurred more from tiredness than the alcohol now.

"I'll lock up Rachel, you go home, get some sleep." Kurt instructed, kissing her forehead.

She smiled at the touch, "Thanks Kurt, you're the best." Rachel looked up, waving at the group, "Bye guys! Thanks again for today."

Everyone waved her off, laughing at her staggered walk as Finn leads her out of the theatre. Jeff leaped out of his chair to wrap an arm around Kurt's shoulders, beer bottle in the other, pulling him down next to Blaine, jumping over the row of chairs into his own seat next to Nick and turning back to Kurt, leaning on the back of the chair.

"Kurt! I have never seen a human calm an Alpha that quickly before! You sure you're not secretly a wolf in man's clothing?" He knew Jeff was teasing, but it didn't stop his body from going rigid. He swallowed hard trying to find his voice.

"When your mother was a hunter, you become trained to be a hunter from the age of three and you live around packs of wolves from eight years old, you learn a trick or two." Santana spoke up, nudging Kurt playfully, "Plus it helps if you're sex on a stick and know how to flaunt it."

Kurt's blush spread down his neck as he hid his face in his hand, "Santana, how much have you drunk?"

"Not nearly enough." She demonstrated, finishing off her bottle and pressing it into Ethan's chest, asking for another.

"Still, that was cool. I bet you'd give great cuddles. Blaine, can he take the ceremony? He'd make a great wolf." Jeff was bouncing in his seat, reaching out to tap Blaine's knee.

"I like our hunter just the way he is." Blaine retorted, wrapping an arm around the back of Kurt's chair, his fingers running through Kurt's hair and Kurt obediently leant his head back into the hand, eyes still on Jeff, who was biting his bottom lip as he watch Kurt react perfectly to the Alpha next to him.

"Ever thought about becoming a wolf, Kurt?" Jeff enquired, receiving a slap on the head from Nick.

"Leave the poor hunter alone! He'd rather kill us then be one of us." Nick growled, pulling Jeff back into his seat.

"I don't enjoy killing wolves." Kurt spoke quietly, looking up as Nick turns back to him.

"Then why hunt us?" He asked.

"Because it's all I've ever known, and even if the people here have something to say against the way I live my life or run this place, I don't want to see any of them hurt when one of you wolves loses your mind to the hunt and wonders a little too far into town. I don't touch pack wolves if I can help it, I only go after the rouges." Kurt assured Nick, a gentle tug in his hair from Blaine telling him he'd said the right thing.

Nick nodded, "You're the nicest hunter I've come across. Unlike that hunter I bumped into earlier today."

Kurt frowned, sitting up, "What happened?"

"Asshole grabbed hold of me while I was looking for Jeff, slammed me against the wall of the church asking me what a lowly wolf like me was doing around humans. Threatened to chop off my tail if I didn't leave. Wes had to pull him off me." Nick placed a hand on Wes' cheek, who grasped the hand squeezing gently.

"The hunter reacted strongly when I mentioned reporting him to you, Kurt. Know him?" Wes asked, leaning over Blaine.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, "Unfortunately I do. He came to give me some news from the society on our demon problem; I hoped I'd gotten rid of him before he got to any of you." Kurt apologised, reaching over to stroke Nick's forearm, glad that he didn't flinch away but instead moved into the touch.

"What did he have to say?" Thad spoke up, the whole group looking to Kurt, including Santana.

"He told me the society have their eye on a group in the south. Apparently, they're heading north... and they could pass through here." Kurt was hesitant to share this with the Westerville pack, but knew they had a right to know. The growls chorusing through the group confirmed his worries and he stumbled over his words to get them out quick enough. "J-just because they're heading this way at the moment, doesn't mean they will come through here, but Adam will try and move them on first and I'm here if they get passed him." Blaine's growl got louder as his eyes turned gold and Kurt had to glare at him to not spill anything, but it wasn't working and the same glint of gold was in Wes' eyes too.

"You should however make sure Jane is at a safe house, out of the way and I'll make sure Emma is hidden until this passes. But you have my word, I will protect you with all I have." Kurt's hand was on Blaine's chest, over his heart and he could feel it thumping against his palm, but Blaine wasn't calming.

"And who's going to protect you?" Blaine spit out between gritted teeth.

"I can look after myself, and I have Finn, and Santana always lends a hand in times like these." Kurt turned to Santana, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You betcha I'll be there, Lady. Can't let you have all the fun." She teased, but her eyes spoke volumes.

With a cough, Kurt stood from his seat, "I'm just going to check all the doors are locked. Excuse me." Kurt stepped over Santana, who gave him a pointed look before disappearing back stage to the office to retrieve the keys. He knew Blaine was worried about his own safety because of his Hound of God, but this was his job. He wasn't going to hide and would be damned if he was going to sit back and let the demons go after Jane and Emma, while he hid and did nothing. That's why he had the lotions and that's why Santana would be following him to any fight with these demons.

The door slammed behind him and Kurt was surprised to see Wes stepping towards him, a fearful golden glint in his eyes. Kurt leant against the desk, folding his arms over his chest while Wes leant over him, pressing his fingertips into the desk either side of Kurt's thighs.

"You need to tell them." Wes urged, cryptically.

"What?" Kurt questioned.

"If the same demons that attacked us are coming here then you need to stop hiding. You may think it's better like this but all it will take is one cut, one mistake and they'll know, and we won't be prepared enough to help you." Wes spoke slowly and clearly.

"Blaine told you?" His voice was cold.

"No, you slipped up. You kissed Blaine and left your scent on his breath. Not obvious to everyone, but I spend a lot of time with Blaine and the dopy smile he's been wearing hasn't helped either. He told me you were keeping it a secret but after what you said in there... that's a bad idea."

Kurt has shaking violently, tears in his eyes and he tried to control his breathing. Blaine had only been in his life a short time and his world had been turned upside down, torn apart, everything he fought for turned against him... and now Wes was asking him to take the next step, to risk everything. However, he also knew he spoke the truth, if between Santana and himself, they couldn't keep his identity hidden, it would help to have a small group of wolves who knew to help him out... but what if those wolves let slip what he was to another?

A hand on his cheek, thumb stroking tenderly, brought Kurt's frantic, lightning blue eyes to Wes' own warm golden glow, but they didn't calm him. "You don't know what I've gone through, why I fight to hide this." Kurt whispered.

"Then tell us. Let us help, I only know what Blaine told me and I have no clue as to why someone would be after you, but put a few trustworthy heads together and we might be able to figure it out. No one out there is going to turn you in or hurt you once we know, we're on your side." Wes tried to comfort Kurt.

Santana and Blaine stepped into the office, pausing to take in the scene before them, then closed the door. Santana pushed Wes aside, taking Kurt in her arms and let him wrap himself around her, burying his head in her chest. She stroked his hair, glaring at Wes while Blaine placed a strong hand on Wes' shoulder.

"You wanna tell me why Kurt is cowering in my chest right now?" Santana snapped at Wes.

"I was trying to get him to show his wolf to us. To protect him." Wes added the last bit, turning to Blaine. "If what he says is true then he will also need protecting and the only way that is going to happen is if more than two of us know who he is. Plus we might be able to help him figure out why there's a bounty on his head."

Santana sighed heavily, cupping Kurt's cheeks to make him look at her, "You know I'm on his side, right?"

Kurt nodded, pulling away from Santana, "I know, I know the logic behind everything you're saying. It's just... after everything my mother said, to just throw it away. I'm not sure I can do that." Kurt's shaking had subsided lightly, but he was still struggling to control his breathing, starting to feel faint.

"Kurt." Blaine spoke, stepping closer, taking hold on Kurt's hand, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb, "I can assure you that everyone in this theatre means you no harm. I can see how hard trust is for you, and I don't know what to do to make you trust us, but... this is the right thing to do. I'll be there for you, I can heighten my scent to make sure yours doesn't leave the theatre."

"I can put a shield around the theatre to stop your scent and any sounds getting out." Santana piped up, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Please Kurt." Blaine whispered.

Kurt looked between the three of them, his limbs shaking, his throat drying up as he brought a hand over his lips, feeling faint. He didn't know what to do, this was all too fast, too sudden. His head was shaking as he looked to Blaine.

"Please." Blaine whispered again.