Beyonce's 'Run the World' boomed from the stereo on the windowsill of the large open kitchen as Santana swung her hips to the beat and sung along as she made breakfast. Well... if by making breakfast you mean casting a spell on all the utensils and food on the counter, creating a scene out of a variety of Disney films and letting them do all the work, then yes, Santana was making breakfast.

Being a white witch had its perks and one of Santana's favourites was not having to lift a finger, okay, maybe a finger to cast the spell but that's as hard as it got when it came to being domestic. Santana shimmied her hips as the breakfast table set itself and two plates of pancakes settled into place. Spinning towards the door she grabs the frame to lean through and yell up the stairs.

"Kurt! If you don't get out of that bathroom right now I swear I'll come up there and drag you down butt naked. Don't push me, I've done it before and I'll do it again!" Kurt still hadn't forgiven her for that incident and she took every pleasure in reminding him of it. The look Kurt had given her as he was forced to eat a hot breakfast in the nude was hysterical, made even better by the arrival and swift departure of one Finn Hudson that morning.

Stomping down the stairs in a pair of black boots, Kurt buttoned up a red shirt against his porcelain skin before tucking it into his black skinny jeans glaring down at Santana, the hint of a blush already creeping up his neck, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me next time, Lady. Oh and if you've left any of those god damn candles burning in the bathroom I will take you down! I couldn't smell anything after finding them last week; I only got all my sense of smell back yesterday! I don't see what's so wrong with letting the world catch a whiff of your stink for half an hour while you bathe." Santana sank into her chair grabbing her fork to pick at the pancakes.

Santana had made those candles for Kurt, she knew he was very protective about his natural smell, which is why she didn't complain when he spent so long putting on the lotion she'd also made for him morning and night to hide his scent. At least he did that in the privacy of his own room. Kurt sat opposite her, dividing his pancakes up into those he would eat and those he'd leave, Santana's spells always seemed to cook too much.

"I made sure they were all out, even the one in my room... Can I ask you about the lotions, Tan?"

"What? You run out already, geez you might as well bathe in that stuff!" Santana shoved a fork full of pancakes into her mouth.

"No, I've got a few more bottles. But, are you sure you can't add a scent to them? Nathan picked up on me not having a scent again last night and even though I know he's use to it, we've got the new pack now and the group that joined Nathan's and I just don't want to put up with the questions, or even worse the stares."

Santana shook her head putting her fork down. She had tried, she really had. "Kurt you know I can only add a scent by taking it from another being, and the wolves would be even more curious if you started walking around with someone else's scent. It's different if the scent has just rubbed off on you but to be you... they'd ask more questions than they do now. Right now, you're just weird, if we did that, you'd be hiding something."

Kurt let out a laboured sigh, looking down at his barely touched pancakes, "I guess you're right."

"You know I'm right, who taught you everything you know?" Santana sat up a little straighter, "You know I'd do it for you Kurt, but I'm starting to think maybe it would be a good idea to let the wolves in a little bit, let them catch your scent. They'd be able to help you more if they could track you."

Kurt frowned standing, "Yeah, and hunt me. No I'm not doing that." He smiled to himself, "Actually having a scent would mean they can hunt me too... forget I said anything. I obviously need more sleep." He walked into the study picking up his gun, checking the barrel and loading six silver bullets before tucking it into his holster, "And besides, my mother hid me for a reason, she begged you to hide me for a reason... and she died protecting me from that pack of savage wolves. I'm not gonna just let her sacrifice be in vain by walking out and letting those dogs have a good long sniff." His Sais slid against his thighs, secure and just in reach as he walked over to the fireplace tugging his katana off the wall display and slinging it on his back.

"I know Kurt... she was a good woman, selfless... beautiful... If she was a little younger-"

"Younger? Says the old hag, how old are you again?" Kurt smiled re-entering the kitchen.

"21..." Santana looked off to the side rubbing her neck.

"Please, you choose to look 21 but your old bones say more like 600."

"527 and not a year older Hummel!" A smile betrayed the hurt she was trying to send his way with a wag of her finger.

"Careful were you point that thing, witch. Remember last time?" Kurt warned as he took off towards the front door.

"How can I not forget? It's permanently scarred into my eye sockets!" Santana yelled from the kitchen.

Kurt laughed, "I'll be late. Don't wait up." With that he shut the door and strolled over to his motorbike, flipping through his keys to find the right one. With so many new wolves in the area he wasn't going to risk getting caught running around by one of them, plus with the addition of taking Sebastian to see Nathan today, this was the easiest form of transport.

There was a fine balance between the town and the wolves. The townsfolk accepted the wolves because they kept away the vampires, the wolves didn't overrun the town because they were scared of Kurt. It came from a mixture of his strength, his speed, his ease in ability to vanquish demons, witches and rouge wolves... and the mystery behind who he was. Scents were very important to wolves, it told them everything about the individual, allowed them to calculate the risk, and without one, Kurt was a mystery to be feared and he didn't mind reminding them of how dangerous he could be if they broke one of the rules set in place.

Bringing the engine to life he pressed a foot into the dirt, spinning the bike on its spot before taking off towards the mines. He'd spoken with Finn last night about what he'd encountered and had filled him in on his plans for the day. Even though Finn was working at Burt's garage today, he said he'd keep an eye on the town for him.

As he rode up the dirt path Kurt's thoughts took him back to the previous night, the Alpha wolf who had looked less than pleased to see him there. Blaine. It was Kurt's goal to always stay on the good side of an Alpha, it made life a lot easier, but Blaine didn't seem interested in doing anything but tearing him limb from limb. He could understand his caution though; he had lost almost two thirds of his pack, not to mention his Hound of God... Kurt sighed as he rounded a sharp corner. If what he had learnt from the packs around the town was the same for others, then the Hound of God was normally claimed by the Alpha, which meant Jeremiah was Blaine's mate... and he had died in battle.

Kurt had seen the grieving process of a wolf before, it was painful to watch and Kurt didn't want to know what it felt like. He had grieved as a human, for his mother, but the grief of a wolf always felt so pained. To deal with that and still stay strong for his pack, Blaine was an example of the perfect Alpha, however Kurt also hoped that Jane would pull Blaine aside and let him mourn for his mate, away from the pressures of life.

Chancing a glance up at the hilly landscape around him Kurt could make out the shifting shadows following him through the trees. He could just about make out the basil scent which came with the Smythe pack and guessed that these were just guards, looking out for him, protecting the pack. Bringing his bike to a stop at the old gate to the mines, he parked and pocketed the key before swinging his legs over the fence and strolling down to the mines. He could sense, one... two... four... six wolves following him in the shadows. He let his hand relax over his gun to calm his nerves as he turned the corner into the large opening and deep canyon which was filled with manmade tunnels and wooden bridges connecting the entrances across the canyon. He could make out a handful of wolves moving around and a couple in human form bring in firewood... the others would be asleep.

"Kurt!"

Sebastian rushed to Kurt's side with a wide open grin, flashing his teeth in a manner he didn't care for. He placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, leaning in, "I thought I'd have to sniff you out before I'd hear you, but that bike is so noisy!"

"You'll never sniff me out Sebastian." Kurt pushed Sebastian's hands off his shoulders.

"I could now..." Kurt looked up at him to catch a smug grin, he tried to ignore it. By rubbing his hands on Kurt's shoulders, he'd left behind a faint trace of his own scent. "I don't need to play stealth today; you knew I was coming."

"Of course, so, did you speak with the Alpha whose hogging that beautiful lake all to himself?" Sebastian led the way into one of the man holes where he'd already set up a make shift bed and desk on the far wall.

"I did, but he wants to speak with you first, thought you'd like to take a run over there."

"Alpha to Alpha, eh? Will you be coming with me?" Sebastian turned back to Kurt leaning on his desk.

"Of course, I made the mistake of leaving two Alphas on their own before. I'm not doing it again." He muttered, looking back out over the canyon.

"Oh do tell. I love a good story." He drooled, swaying his hips as he crawled over to Kurt. He felt a finger run down his back parallel to his katana but ignored it for now.

"One Alpha was torn apart and a war broke out between the two packs. It was left to me to stop the fighting and send the one pack off to another state." He counted a group of ten wolves at the base of the canyon milling around, some relaxing under the morning sun, one cleaning the head of another wolf.

"Would that be Puckerman's previous Alpha who got slain?" Sebastian whispered into his ear, leaning over his shoulder.

"Yeah, his father." Kurt stepped away from Sebastian walking back up the path they'd just come from, he didn't quite fancy staying anywhere near Sebastian and a bed after sensing his scent seep out with a dominant tug.

"Bet he reminds you of that every time you step foot in his territory." Sebastian followed Kurt back to the top of the canyon, his eyes lingering over the curves of his lower back, down to his sculpted thighs and everything in between.

"I'm heading over now to the Anderson pack. You coming?" Kurt took out his keys, fiddling with them, wanting something to do with his hands which didn't include pulling out his sais and ramming them through Sebastian's eyes.

"For you, always." With that Sebastian let out a deep, animalistic sigh and he morphed into his wolf form, his light chestnut brown fur rubbing against Kurt's thigh as he strolled up to the bike, sniffing it absently. His golden eyes caught Kurt's as he sat next to the bike, waiting. He was an impressive wolf, larger in size to the other wolves as would be fitting for an Alpha, strong back legs and a long sweeping tail, his golden eyes catching the light. The wolf huffed as if asking Kurt to hurry up.

Kurt stepped up onto his bike running a hand through Sebastian's thick fur atop of his head to get his attention, in return Sebastian nuzzled his hand letting out a content noise and closing his eyes. "Don't get too far ahead and when we get close to the village stay behind me until I introduce you."

Sebastian just huffed again shaking out his fur as he strutted down the path. With a roar of the engine Kurt sped past the wolf and through the thick embodiment of trees looking briefly behind him to see Sebastian chasing after him, golden eyes trained on him. The lake came into view on the left after a short while and Kurt watches as Sebastian weaves out of the trees and over the pebble beach before letting his paws dip in the water as he runs across the shallow edge of the lake. Kurt let a small smile grace his lips, it was so nice to have these moments of tranquillity, watching what is classed as a dangerous animal play in the water, enjoying its freedom. He could see why Sebastian was pushing for the lake.

Sounding a sharp whistle, he rounded his bike back into the thickest region of the forest, golden eyes catching up with him easily as Kurt struggled to manoeuvre his bike over ancient roots and bulbous trunks. He watched as Sebastian slowed down and came to a stop by a fallen tree; he could smell the Anderson pack. Parking his bike next to the wolf, Kurt watched as Sebastian morphed back into his human body.

"That felt so good!" He smiled, taking a deep breath, letting the forest fill his lungs, "And the lake, oh wow!" His hair was still damp at the ends and Kurt couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It must have felt good after his travels.

"Now there's a sight I won't forget in a hurry." Sebastian was smiling at him, his gaze piercing.

"What?" Kurt asked as he started to walk through the trees.

"Your smile." He whispered as he kept up with Kurt's pace.

Kurt groaned running a hand over his face but didn't bother to respond. They walked side by side in silence for a while before the log cabins come into view.

"They get log cabins?" Sebastian growled grabbing Kurt's arm.

"They got this patch of land near the lake. They built the log cabins, five years of living in the same place will make things like that happen. The mines could easily become something just as good with a bit of work." Kurt explained before placing a hand on Sebastian's chest, "Calm your scent, it'll do you no good here."

Taking Kurt's hand, Sebastian placed a delicate kiss on the back, and Kurt let him, anything to calm the raging scent of basil filling the air. It did the trick. Retrieving his hand Kurt led the way towards the village. There was a change in the air from last night, everyone was on edge, not only was a hunter entering their village unchained, but another Alpha was here. Kurt looked around at the wolves watching them on the path's edge, leaving a clear path to Nathan's cabin.

Some let out a growl but were soon silenced by Sebastian's domineering snarl. Half way down the path, a young Asian man strolled over, hands in his pockets, to greet them. This was a new wolf, one of Blaine's.

"Nathan knows we're coming." Kurt explained as much as he wished to with a strange wolf.

"I know, he asked me to lead you two up as Blaine and Jane are otherwise engaged. I'm Wes by the way, Blaine's first." Wes gave a little bow with a smile which gave away his Beta's cheeky edge.

"Nice to meet you. You know who I am, this is Sebastian Smythe, he's the Alpha of the pack living in the mines. Can we see Nathan now?"

"Smythe can, but Nathan has asked that you remain outside." Wes explained, backing up slightly as if preparing to evade Kurt's wrath.

Which was pretty accurate. Kurt grit his teeth, eyes narrowing, "Now you listen to me wolf-" A hand clasped on his shoulder as Sebastian turned Kurt to look at him. "It's alright Kurt, I'd prefer not to get you involved in this, plus if anything does happen, you'll know what to do." Sebastian spoke with a strong voice as he ran the back of his hand across his cheek. A calming mechanism from an Alpha to a subordinate, so Kurt let it slide with a nod of his head.

"I'll be right here when you're ready."

With a nod a second wolf led Sebastian into Nathan's cabin, holding the door for the Alpha, closing it behind him and stood guard in front of the door. Kurt turned his attention back to Wes.

"Where's J-"

"You reek of that wolf." Wes stated.

Kurt just huffed, "I've spent the morning with him and his pack, what do you expect?"

"You don't have your own scent. How is that possible?"

"I wash." Kurt snapped, not wanting this conversation right now.

"I can also smell a witch on you."

Kurt pulled out a sai pressing it into the young man's chest, "What of it, wolf?"

Wes just smiled, "I can see why they make you wear those chains. Temper, temper dear Kurt Hummel, wolf hunter and guardian of Lima, Ohio."

Kurt lowered his sai but kept a firm grip of it in his hand, "I want to see Jane."

"Sorry, Blaine has her under cover, and only he can give permission for someone to see her." Wes shrugged looking only a little apologetic.

"And where is your tireless leader, Wes." He spat every one of the words out, emphasis on 'leader'.

"Out."

Kurt had to laugh, "Out?"

"Yeah."

Giving up, Kurt looked back to the cabin listening out for raised voice, furniture being thrown, anything that might allow him to get away from this wolf. It was quiet, he could hear murmured words through the wooden walls but they seemed amiable enough. That at least calmed Kurt's nerves enough not to punch Wes, who was now circling him, examining him.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked with the tilt of his head.

Wes beamed a smile at him, "Just observing. Blaine was right, you have Jeremiah's eyes, but that's about it."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Was Blaine comparing him to his mate?

"You're stronger than Jeremiah was, which doesn't make any sense with you being human." Wes was now sitting on a fence, housing half a dozen hens.

"I've adapted to fight against you, vampires, demons... that'll change a man." Kurt shrugged wishing Sebastian would hurry up.

"Or you're something else." Wes put bluntly, his eyes flickering with a golden hue.

Kurt was about to respond as laughter came from the log cabin, both Nathan and Sebastian stepping out, arm in arm, heading towards the pair. Wes and Kurt shared similar expressions of surprise as the two stood before them.

"Kurt!" Nathan, exclaimed, "I have told this young man here that he and his clan are welcome to the lake whenever they want, except on full moons. Tomorrow night's moon I will give to the Smythes', but the next full moon will be ours and we shall rotate as such. Call it a welcoming gift from me and my wolves." Nathan held a hand to his chest to emphasise the importance of this gesture.

Kurt had to blink a few times before responding; never did he think these two would get on so well. "Great." He squeaked out, his voice several octaves higher, causing him to cough to regain control of his voice, "So, you two think you can get along?"

Sebastian moved back to Kurt's side, "Of course, we both want the same thing."

"A home to call our own and a safe place to raise our cubs in." Nathan concluded for him.

Kurt nodded not trusting his voice. Sebastian began to run his hand up and down Kurt's back and Kurt instantly caught the change in the air, Nathan's scent filling his senses. Moving away quickly from both of them to avoid spoiling this good start, Kurt tucked his sai back to his thigh looking down at the floor, "So, Sebastian, you should head back to your pack now. I'm sure you're tired and they'll be missing their Alpha."

"Of course. It was good meeting you, Nathan. Until next time." Waiting for Nathan's nod of acknowledgment, Sebastian morphed back into his wolf, rubbing his whole body against the back of Kurt's calves, his tail entwining around his leg before he padded back down the path and out of the village.

"Now you really do reek of him." Wes smirked, jumping up to avoid a kick from him, laughing playfully when Kurt had to find his balance.

Kurt was pulled out of his thoughts as Nathan grabbed his wrist and kissed his hand, over the same spot Sebastian had kissed, then placed his hands on his shoulders, running his hands down his arms. He was covering Sebastian's scent on him. "Come here tomorrow night, Kurt. I don't want you out on a full moon." He whispered into his ear, again covering Sebastian's scent.

"I can look after myself, Nathan. You have enough to take care of... such as Jane." Kurt pulled away from the Alpha becoming uncomfortable with his touch.

Nathan growled, "If you were my wolf you wouldn't be so stubborn."

"Good thing I'm not your wolf, or anyone's. I'm a hunter, Nathan, just as your senses will be heightened tomorrow night, so will mine as a hunter and you do not want those two things mixing."

Nathan growled again before stepping back, nodding slightly, "Jane will be bringing you the IDs for the Westerville pack tonight. Wes, see Kurt out." With a flurry of his coat Nathan retreated back into his cabin. Even if Jane was in hiding, she was the only one allowed near Kurt's home. A whistle from Wes drew Kurt's attention.

"It seems you catch the attention of all Alphas round here." He was wearing a smug smile again.

"I'm a strong hunter, all these Alphas want to do is prove they're stronger, that's all. I'm use to it anyway. All Alphas are the same." Kurt walked next to Wes as they headed down the path to his bike. "Except Blaine, he just seems to like growling at me." Kurt mocked.

Wes laughed out loud clapping Kurt on the shoulder, "Once you get to know him you'll find he's worse than his father." Kurt gapped, "I don't think I want to get to know him then, Nathan's bad enough."

"I noticed." Wes stopped next to Kurt's bike, "Look, I'm sorry about not letting you see Jane... and the smell thing... and the witch thing... Can we just start again?"

Smiling Kurt held out his hand, "Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel, hunter and protector of Lima, Ohio and of the wolves who reside around the town." Wes took his hand with a happy smile "Wesley Montgomery, call me Wes. Second in command of the Westerville clan only to Blaine, and his best friend since we were cubs."

"Glad to finally meet you. Now, if you'll excuse me." Kurt straddled his bike starting the engine, "Come into town sometime, you'll be surprised how welcoming everyone will be to you."

"Plan on it. See you soon Kurt." Wes waved him off and Kurt took off back into town glad to have one job ticked off his list.