Blaine now led the way towards the largest of the log cabins at the highest point in the village, Jane and Kurt only a step behind him. Every now and then a wolf Kurt hadn't seen yet would walk close by holding out his hand to Blaine who would accept it briefly before carrying on. It was an Alpha's way of reassuring his pack, just a brief touch. Kurt didn't know much about how a pack interacted but through the brief periods he'd spent with the ones around Lima he'd picked up a bit, but it still eluded him for the most part.

Kurt tugged at his chains, wanting to stretch out his arms or at least caress his katana to calm his nerves, anything to help him while around Blaine. The young wolf had strong broad shoulders leading down to a narrow waist and long firm legs, everything needed for a fine wolf and a superb Alpha... so why was he here?

"Where's your-" Kurt choked back his word as the doors to the large log cabin were thrown open. Nathan had the biggest grin on his face as he marching down the stairs towards the three, his brown curls bouncing around his strong jaw line and hazel eyes. Looking from Nathan to Jane to Blaine, Kurt let a small smile appear on his lips, or was that just from Nathan's overly friendly manner? But yes, now he could see the family resemblance. Blaine was his father's son but had many of the finer qualities of his mother.

"Why Kurt, it has been too long since you last graced us with your beauty." Nathan cupped Kurt's face between his large callous hands, stroking his cheeks as he studied him, sniffed him... tried to dominate him. Kurt looked up into his eyes meeting his challenge.

"I don't come for pleasantries this time Nathan, this is business. Can we go inside?"

"Privacy, why Kurt, if you were a wolf I'd say you were trying to impress upon me." Nathan said with an amused smile on his lips.

"Good thing I'm all human." Kurt retorted.

"Not your smell though." Nathan whispered his hands slowly caressing down his neck resting on his shoulders, "But tonight, it's different, I can smell something this time... a wolf..."

Kurt glanced around as Nathan's words caused a chorus of growls around them; they were surrounded by at least twenty wolves, some he knew, some he didn't. Turning back to Nathan he leaned in slightly, submitting only enough to serve his purpose, "Nathan, I think we should take this inside."

With a sly smile, Nathan places his hand on the curve of Kurt's lower spine and leads him into the cabin, looking to Blaine once and whispering, "Calm them, I'll take care of this." As Nathan closed the front door Kurt could hear Blaine and Jane moving throughout the men, sending them away, reassuring them that their Alpha, Nathan, would take care of everything.

"So, how do you intend to take care of me?" Kurt mocked, slipping through the lounge to stand by the fire, warming his chilled bones.

"Now Kurt, a proposition like that could get you in trouble." He drawled, stepping close enough to run a hand through Kurt's ruffled hair.

"Not as much trouble as you're in right now." Kurt voice was now strong and seeping in anger, eyes narrowed at the man before him, "You're suppose to have a pack of forty, Nathan. Now, unless all your women have suddenly given birth to triplets all on the same day, which you'll agree is highly unlikely, you have taken in twenty wolves. One of which is your son, so since he's obviously an Alpha, I can only presume it's his pack but what I want to know is why they're here and why I wasn't informed?" Kurt's voice rose with every word until he was yelling at Nathan, anger seeping through every pore.

"They only arrived-" Nathan began but Kurt wasn't done. "You have put every human in my town at risk bringing these outsiders here not to mention their own lives! What if they had strayed into town and ran into me, or Finn! Did you think of that?!" Kurt really wished his hands were free so he could express his anger with more than just his words. He felt like pounding the wall, the table even Nathan for his foolishness.

Nathan raised his hand in defence, a high honour from an Alpha which he would only show Kurt in the privacy they now occupied, "Kurt, my son came to me this morning at his deathbed. He and his men could barely move or morph back into humans to rest their exhausted bodies. We have spent all day caring for them and only in the last few hours, as the moon rose, have they been able to stand steadily on their feet. I have not dared to leave my people to come to you while everyone is so on edge. Forgive me."

Kurt calmed his nerves to be able to respond, "You could've sent someone... What happened?"

"My son, Blaine, is the Alpha of the Westerville pack, and has been for the past six years, which is why you have never met him. His pack is legendary, strong gentle wolves who protected their region all this time... Seventy wolves... That's how many wolves Blaine looked after... and now what you see is all that is left." Nathan spoke solemnly as he poured himself a glass of bourbon, sipping it gently as he looked into the fire.

"What happened?" Kurt reiterated.

"They were attacked by demons." He let out a saddened laugh, "I thought if they had anything to worry about it would be those vampires across state but no... demons attacked them two days ago when the sun was high in the sky... when they were unprepared. The demons slaughtered all they found and burnt their homes to the ground. Blaine fought valiantly, getting as many as he could to flee into the woods and head here. But he couldn't protect Jeremiah..." Nathan took another sip, "Their 'Hound of God'." He explained.

"Was that who the demons were after?" Kurt asked.

With a nod Nathan confirmed his suspicions, "Blaine is devastated. An Alpha's duty is to protect their pack's 'Hound of God' until the death, but I know my son did all he could, the fact that twenty of his wolves escaped is enough to show me he did all he could. His wolves are strong, stronger than my own, so those demons must have been powerful... and Jeremiah was so weak. He had a fever for a few months now so there was no way he'd have been able to protect himself."

"Why were they after the 'Hound of God'?"

Nathan took a deep breath before looking into Kurt's eyes, "To open the Gates of Tartarus. Without the 'Hounds of God' to block the way they can open the gates and unleash an army of demons with unfathomable power while the black witches on earth will have their own power increased beyond belief... with that they can wipe out werewolves and vampires and control the realm of humans." Nathan placed his empty glass down taking a seat in front of Kurt. "Jane has told me that there are only a handful of Hounds left now... they'll soon be here."

Kurt rolled his shoulders nervously, trying to take out the strain he felt as he looked down at the floor, "They'll need one Hound as a sacrifice to complete the ritual."

Nathan raised a brow at this, "You know of the ritual?"

Kurt nodded looking towards him, "I hunt you, so the least I can do is know all about you and your legends... though this is now looking a lot less like a legend..."

Nathan let out a light laugh at that reaching out to grab Kurt's belt and pull him forward with enough force to topple Kurt into his lap, straddling him, knees seeping into the soft material of the couch. He shudders as a hand runs up his thigh, straightening his back and trying hard not to let Nathan see the fright in his eyes, "Nathan-" "I wish the legend about a werewolf's bite was true... You know, in two nights I could turn you into a wolf, the moon will be full, we'll have time to set up the ceremony... You'd make a fine wolf Kurt, then, you could fight by my side against these demons who threaten us."

"I'll fight with you anyway; I don't need to be a wolf to fight for you. You know that, and that particular legend is very handy when keeping kids away from 'cute' wolves." Kurt tried to stand but Nathan held him down by his belt.

"I hate smelling other wolves on you." He could feel Nathan's teeth sharpen against his neck as a predatory growl escaped his throat.

"Nathan, stop this." Nathan released his belt; he knew that tone in Kurt's voice. Kurt stood on his feet and put enough room between them both in order for Kurt to calm his beating heart. It wasn't Nathan that scared him, they played this game all the time, it was the memories that had been threatening to reappear at the forefront of his mind all day.

Nathan watched as Kurt calmed his breathing before speaking, "Who is the wolf I can smell on you? I smelt it earlier today as well."

"Sebastian Smythe. He came to me this evening asking for a place for his pack to make a home. He wanted the lake but I gave him the mines. I did however say that I would speak to you about sharing the lake with him. Would you have an issue with that?"

"I will want to speak with this Alpha in person before agreeing to those terms."

"I'm seeing him tomorrow so I can bring him with me to see you. However," Kurt tugged at his cuffs, "These will not be on tomorrow, if you two get into a fight I want to be able to pull you apart. Agreed?"

Nathan simply nodded, which Kurt returned before letting out a tired breath, "Now, back to your extended family. Do they know the rules I've set in place?"

"They know."

"Do they know what will happen if they break those rules?"

A flash of gold seeped across Nathan's eyes as Kurt spoke, "They know." He growled.

Kurt nodded again, he knew better than to push that topic, "I'll want a photo ID of them all by the end of the week... You need to protect Jane."

"I'm aware, Kurt and so is Jane, she'll be protected, and you should speak to Will about protecting Emma as well. We have no idea where or when these demons will attack again."

"I'll let him know what's going on. I'll also speak with the white witches in town see if they know anything about these demons."

"Thank you Kurt." Standing from his chair, Nathan slid up to Kurt placing a fatherly hand on his cheek which Kurt gratefully leant into. A mood of a wolf could change so quickly, Kurt didn't understand it, but he appreciated this gesture.

Without another word Kurt walked to the front door pushing it open with his back, stepping down onto the ground below without looking behind. Jane approached him with Blaine a few steps behind, and Kurt realised why Blaine's scent seemed so strong; he was protecting his mother. A small smile graced his lips in Blaine's direction before turning to Jane.

"I think it's time I made a hasty exit." Kurt whispered.

"I think so too, but you'll be back tomorrow." Jane confirmed.

"Yes and I'll have company. You should let the pack know I'll be bringing the Alpha from the new pack with me to meet Nathan." Kurt directed his last words to Blaine who acknowledged him with a nod and nothing more.

Jane and Kurt walked side by side towards the entrance of the village, Blaine lingering behind them sending a warning growl to any of his men who dared to step too close.

"Nathan told you about Jeremiah then" Jane asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes, I hope you'll keep yourself hidden for the time being. It's not safe."

"And what about you?"

"I can take care of myself... I have since that day."Kurt stated as he stopped at the outskirts of the village allowing Jane to remove his cuffs. He rubbed his wrists taking away the itch the silver had imprinted on him then let his hands run across his sais, his gun and finally his katana, his soul relaxing at the familiarity of his weapons. He could sense Blaine tensing at his freedom which was only spurring his wolves to emit a low growl from behind him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jane."

With those words Jane stepped forward to plant a kiss on Kurt's lips, her hand lingering on his cheek. The Andersons had a thing for being touchy feely and very, very clingy... he wondered if Blaine was the same when he wasn't playing bodyguard. He knew Cooper was. Taking a step behind him, Kurt turned taking off in a run, a normal human run; he didn't need the new wolves seeing his speed this early on. He needed their trust first.

Turning to her son, Jane placed a gentle hand on his chest, soothing his agitation, "I don't trust him." He muttered.

"You don't know him. Go into town in the morning, see for yourself how Kurt has allowed the humans and wolves to live side by side. It'll change your mind."

"He has his eyes." Blaine whispered, eyes unfocused.

"I know." Jane agreed, before heading back into the village.

Blaine continued to watch the horizon where Kurt had disappeared. He didn't understand, the boy had no scent except those he picked up from whoever touched him, his eyes glowed in the moonlight... and Blaine could've sworn he'd seen him earlier running faster than any human could. Blaine knew one thing for certain, if his suspicions were correct and Kurt was a demon, he'd tear him apart.