Polishing the hood of a 1964 beach buggy Burt had just changed the clutch on, Finn was keeping his eyes open to the forest on his right. He had been getting phone calls all day from worried people throughout the town about strange men and women walking around, shopping, eating at the local cafe or bakery, sitting under the sun in the park by the water feature... generally, they were just acting normal, except strangers in Lima, the day after a new pack arrives, were never just strangers. Finn had stepped out in his lunch break to take a walk around the streets, to show his presence, to calm the locals and let the strangers know that they were being watched. He had got a growl off one of the men as he tipped his head to greet the beautiful lady on his arm, which helped confirm his suspicions.

He had also stepped into the bar for a quick drink but ended up in a hushed conversation with Sid, the very nervous looking bartender, concerning the little detail that his bar was and had been filled with what he suspected were wolves all day. He managed to calm Sid, letting him know that he'd send Kurt over once he got back then turned to the group in the bar with his hand resting on his rifle.

"You all enjoying our town, guys?" He didn't get a response, "Well, just know that you're welcome, as long as you follow the rules here." Still no response.

Finn had shuffled out of the bar at that point and returned to the garage, awaiting Kurt's return. He hated that he relied on Kurt so much, or that Kurt couldn't rely on him more, but he couldn't hunt like Kurt and he certainly couldn't intimidate a wolf like Kurt could. He'd only been at this for a few years; Kurt had lived with this his entire life. Finn could remember the first day he'd met Kurt, they were in the same year at high school, but in completely different leagues, Finn was the quarterback, top of the school, while Kurt was the quiet, shy little kid with a flamboyant style of clothing who got picked on daily by everyone. What he didn't expect was for this little kid to turn into an ice cold, vicious hunter with an unwavering sense of duty and strong stance. It was a transformation he still wasn't use to but once they were out of school, the shy little kid he'd known from afar had pretty much disappeared and a cold killer had taken over.

The hum of an engine brought Finn out from memory lane and the sight of that bike brought a smile to his face. Dropping his rags into a bucket he stepped over and waited for Kurt to kill the engine.

"Dude! Where's your helmet? Burt's going to freak when he sees you." Finn pulled Kurt into a warm brotherly hug before patting him on his back.

"That helmet is still lost in the forest somewhere after that demon attacked us a few months back, remember?"

"Oh yeah. We seriously need to get you a new helmet." Finn made a mental note to do some browsing later.

"Sure. How's it been today?" Kurt asked as he looked around the garage. There were several classic cars scattered around, probably getting ready for an upcoming show. However it wasn't the cars that interested him, it was the smell all around them.

"Oh wow, today has been insane. The phone hasn't stopped ringing with people calling about other people walking around town, then I went for a walk and I know one of the guys growled at me. Then, I went to see Sid and the bar was filled with wolves, well they still looked like guys, but I know they were wolves, Sid thought so too, but they wouldn't talk to me." Finn took a breath before adding, "Sid wants you to head over, he's a little shaken up."

Kurt nodded looking into the garage, "Sure, I'll go over now. Thanks for keeping an eye out. I'm just going to pop in and see my dad."

"Sure, later Kurt."

Kurt smiled at the use of his own name from his step brother, instead of the usual nicknames. Knocking gently on the office door, he let himself in, a wide grin erupting on his face as he came face to face with the man he was looking for. Burt Hummel shot out of his large tattered leather chair behind a desk littered with paperwork and a computer old enough to belong in a museum, he rounded the desk and pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug despite the greasy overalls he wore.

"There's my little guy! You need to stop making this old man's heart work so hard. Finn told me you didn't get in 'til late last night. If you were still under my roof there would be none of this midnight running around, hunting whatever it is you hunt boy." Burt was holding onto Kurt's shoulders, taking a long look at the man he called his son, so proud of him despite the worry the weapons that weighed his son down made him feel.

"Good thing I have a witch willing to put up with my late night shenanigans then, eh dad?" Kurt smiled patting Burt's chest gently. "And I've told you about not worrying about me, I've got Finn remember."

"And that fills me with so much confidence." Kurt gave Burt a look he knew too well, "Don't get me wrong, he's a good kid, a hard worker but he's no hunter Kurt, not like you."

"I know, but he still helps. How are you eating? Do I need to make a surprise visit and raid your fridge?" Kurt walked over to the desk, starting to tidy the paperwork, sorting the invoices from quotations and customer details.

"A surprise visit would be welcome Kurt, but you can stay out of my fridge... at least until I hide the chocolate cake Rachel brought over for Finn yesterday." Burt practically muttered, but Kurt heard it.

"As long as it's just Finn eating that cake I'll refrain from sneaking in and throwing it in the bin."

Burt could only smile through his own guilt; it was a good cake though, worth the indigestion he got afterwards. He reached out and took Kurt's hand, squeezing it gently, halting him in his tidying. "You're looking after yourself, right?" It was such a weighted question, that Kurt could only sigh and squeeze Burt's hand back with a strained smile. He couldn't answer that, not truthfully, and he wouldn't lie to the man he called, father.

Not long after that Kurt found himself walking down the main high street being greeted warmly by the locals. Becky the baker's daughter had run up to him, greeting him with a hug, letting him know that she'd dropped a basket of treats for him at his house earlier. He thanked her politely but knew he probably wouldn't see any of it with Santana's sweet tooth. He had already spotted some of the wolves he knew from the Anderson clan in the park with their children, thankfully staying in their human forms even though he knew how tempted they were to morph just so they could climb the trees around the water feature.

The smell coming from the bar caught Kurt before he could see the sign above the porch, swinging in the wind, it was a buzz of honey from the Westerville pack mixed with the nutty scent which was uniquely the Andersons, but over all that, he could smell beer and he hoped he wouldn't be dealing with drunk wolves, so close to the full moon.

The whole bar turned into a murmuring hush as he entered, all eyes glancing over to him but never lingering, he could just make out the start of low growls before the wolves caught themselves and coughed back their aggression. He recognised them all as either from Nathan's or Blaine's pack, but neither Alpha was in sight. Nathan he'd left at his cabin and he wasn't one for travelling in the daylight, but Blaine... where was he? The wolves from the Westerville pack had changed from the dirty rags they'd worn yesterday into an array of styles from suits, to relaxed coloured denim and polo shirts; they'd obvious taken advantage of the shops in town and Kurt was sure Mercedes would have the biggest grin on her face as she counted her takings today.

Sliding into a barstool he purposely turned his back to the room, relieved when the action seemed to calm the wolves and they returned to their conversations. Sid looked happy to see Kurt as he walked over cleaning a beer glass; he was an elderly man with shockingly white hair and long beard, a short black apron wrapped around his pot belly waist. He was a good man whose daughter had taken the ceremony last month to become a part of Puckerman's pack, but he still felt very uneasy around wolves, no matter how hard he tried for her.

"Kurt, it's good to see a familiar face." He stage whispered. Kurt doubted he could whisper with his gruff voice.

"Couldn't resist popping in for a quick drink. The company's not bad either." Kurt tilted his head back slightly towards the wolves.

"They're friendly enough." Sid replied purposely. Over the years they'd developed their own dialogue to mask their words without giving their targets any clue. Sid had just revealed that he had been verbally threatened by someone.

"They've joined the Andersons, they're just getting to know the area. Have you told them what sights to visit?" Kurt was asking who had threatened him.

"I told them about the water feature in the park." In the bathroom.

Kurt nodded, "I'll have a diet coke, please Sid." Let me handle it. Sid turned to get his drink and Kurt waited to see who came out the bathroom. The scents in the room hadn't changed so the wolves couldn't be suspicious of the conversation he was having with Sid. Good.

When the door to the bathroom opened Kurt had to steady himself from jumping, groaning... staring, anything that would give away how much Blaine's presence had affected him. Blaine's hazel eyes were already on Kurt as the door swung back behind him, a look Kurt didn't wish to explore on his face. Kurt let his eyes explore his body, admiring the relaxed black denim jeans and short sleeved purple shirt tucked in at the waist. He looked strong, his posture tall as he rolled his shoulders back.

The other wolves had gone quiet with the stance their Alpha was taking. Kurt's tongue flicked out to lick his lips nervously as he tapped the barstool next to him with shaking fingers, smiling as best he could at Blaine before turning back to his drink, taking a sip.

He heard Blaine's heavy steps coming closer, the drag of glass on a wooden table as he picked it up from his previous table and the next Kurt heard and saw was the empty glass hitting the bar, large olive skinned hand holding it in place before releasing it as the body belonging to the hand slumped down into the barstool.

Kurt took a deep breath as Sid refilled Blaine's beer glass. "Enjoying your sightseeing?"

"Charming little town." Blaine took a sip of his beer, eyes trained on Kurt's face who was still looking down at his diet coke. "Everyone seems happy here, despite their neighbours and everyone had a good word to say about you. Even the other wolves."

"Which wolves?"

"Just the few I passed by... I like to know what I'm dealing with."

Kurt licks his lips again before turning to look into Blaine's eyes, "And what do you think you're dealing with?"

The smile on Blaine's face was haunting as he looked away slightly, fingers running the rim of his glass, "A very skilled hunter with a stern hand but a kind heart... a kind heart which has been treated badly." Blaine's eyes were back on his too quickly for Kurt's liking, he swallowed hard.

"Who have you been talking to?" he demanded.

"You're father; I took one of our bikes in for him to look at. At least he says he's your father." Blaine was pushing for answers Kurt wouldn't give him.

"Did you speak to him the same way to spoke to Sid here?" Kurt asked changing the subject but suddenly he wished he hadn't.

A dazzling sparkle of gold flashed across Blaine's eyes and a murmur of growls slowly echoed throughout the bar, all eyes trained on Kurt. Sid had stepped back against the far wall of the bar, towel clutched in his hand, visibly shaken. Kurt had a choice, he could stand up and show his dominance over an Alpha or he could submit to Blaine. Pulling back the hammer on his pistol, he spun it out from his holster aiming it at a beer glass on the nearest table and pulled the trigger, the silver bullet embedded in the table, inches from the stomach of one of the men. Beer drenched all four occupants of the table. Kurt didn't feel like submitting.

He turned his eyes back to Blaine who seemed to be trying to calm himself and his pack. Kurt took the moment to smile apologetically at Sid. "I'll pay for the damage." Sid just nodded a little numbly before going over to the table and cleaning the mess up. Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine.

"Well?" he returned to their previous conversation.

Blaine huffed, "He refused to serve my men, said you hadn't given him permission to serve us yet."

Kurt couldn't help smiling, "Honestly I didn't think you lot would find the bar so quickly. Yeah, we don't serve strays, we've had to many accidents that way... and too many tragedies." He nodded towards Sid whispering, "He lost his son eight years ago because a stray got drunk. I started up this rule the day of his funeral."

Blaine lowered his head, hand spinning his glass gently, "I'm sorry to hear that, but we're not like that."

"I don't know you well enough to know that, Blaine."

"And no one seems to know the first thing about you, but they trust you with their lives."

How much snooping had Blaine done in one day? "I've put my life on the line for them. I put my life on the line every time I go and see your father. I'm risking it right now sitting next to you."

"You really think I'd hurt you?" Blaine took a sip from his beer, his eyes searching Kurt's, his words double edged.

"We'll see what happens with the full moon tomorrow night. You didn't seem too thrilled to see me yesterday, either." Kurt watched as a few of the men left the bar, pressing a hand to Blaine's back to indicate they're departure.

"You're a hunter... most hunters kill us on sight... I haven't met someone like you before." Blaine eyes were wandering over Kurt's form as he spoke and Kurt had to take a sip of his own drink to calm himself. He couldn't deny how attractive Blaine was, but he had to push those thoughts aside. If his theory was right then Blaine had already claimed a mate, and though he was dead, he'd never take another... and that wasn't the only thing stopping him.

Kurt must have been caught in his thoughts for longer than he imagined because the next he knew Blaine was dropping an empty glass on the bar and standing from his stool. "I'll approve your pack for the bar as soon as your mother brings me the paperwork tonight."

"I'll be coming with her." Blaine stated before running a hand over Kurt's back and then following the rest of his pack out of the bar. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek to stop the shiver that threatened to shoot through his body because he knew that wasn't a pleasant touch; Blaine was trying to figure him out, sense who Kurt was trying to hide. He felt tears prick his eyes but took a quick breath to force them back. He would have to stop Blaine from touching him if he was going to be like that. Nathan had done it, Cooper had done it... and now the youngest Anderson was trying to force his way in. No, Kurt didn't let anyone in if he could help it. Only a couple of people knew about him and he was keeping it that way.

The day got progressively worse from then onwards with the locals hounding him with questions about the new packs of wolves and asking why they were needed in the first place, why they couldn't find somewhere else to live. Kurt had to remind them of the fragile line they lived between werewolves and vampires. If a pack of werewolves claimed a city, the vampires stayed out and vice versa and the vampires were a lot harder to negotiate with then werewolves. Kurt had no doubt that if vampires were here instead of wolves, he'd be dealing with death on a weekly basis. As it was the town only suffered a couple of injuries in the last six months. This, along with Kurt telling them that the wolves were friendly and posed no harm, seemed to calm most of the people he encountered enough for them to let him go.

The afternoon brought along an attack in the park but as Kurt's lean legs took him to the scene, it wasn't what he expected. A young cub had climbed a tree to escape the group of five teenagers who were throwing rocks at the cub and kicking the tree to make him tumble, laughing at how the young wolf howled for help. Kurt couldn't see any wolves in the area so presumed the teenagers had chased him from the forest. He chased the teenagers off before carefully and slowly climbing the tree to gather the young cub in his arms, whose claws dug into Kurt's arm in fright, terrified of its surroundings.

Kurt approached the woods to hear a howl calling its young and two golden brown wolves rushing towards him. They were from Schuester's pack and had gotten separated from their cub when the teenagers had chased them on their bikes. As Kurt handed them their cub, he promised to deal with the kids and apologised for their ordeal. He then had to endure hours of tracking down the kids' parents and listen to them trying to defend their kids while berating Kurt for standing up for the wolves.

It was with heavy feet that Kurt found his way home as the sun set behind the tall trees of the forest. He leant against the front door as he closed it behind him, his head resting against the cool glass and that's when his hands started to shake. Kurt's eyes went wide, he knew what was happening, he tried so hard to stop it but at times like these it couldn't be stopped.

"Santana!" Kurt yelled as he went into his office, locking the windows and pulled iron bars across the glass.

"What Lady?" He heard her scream from upstairs.

"I need your help!" Kurt pulled out a long silver chain out of a safe in the corner, cursing when it slipped from his shaking hands. His breathing was starting to quicken and a thin layer of sweat was covering his body.

"I'm getting ready to go see my bitch! What on earth do you want?!" He could hear her voice getting closer as he tried to light a match, the whole pack tumbling out of his hand littering the floor. "Kurt?" he heard the worry in her voice, "Oh no, this can't be happening now." He felt cool hands pull him over to a chair in the centre of the room and then Santana was in front of him on her knees, in a silk dressing gown, a terrified look on her face. "You've held him in too long. I told you-"

"I'm a freak Santana, even if they knew they wouldn't care and I'd lose all the respect I have now." Kurt wheezed out, his lips going dry.

"No they wouldn't! You and the others are sacred to them! The Alphas protect them, they mate with them! You have powers the normal wolves don't have!" Santana was screaming at him now.

"I don't have a gift San... I'm just a freak." Kurt had tears in his eyes now, he hated this conversation, they had it every time this happened.

A slap to the cheek sent Kurt's head spinning to the right. "You have to stop listening to that demon Kurt! You're not a freak! But you need help. I told you I'd help you with the demon but only the wolves can help you with this!" Tears were running down Santana's cheeks now, crystal blue tears.

Kurt swallowed hard, "You need to chain me up, quick." He whispered.

Santana stood, whipping her eyes and grabbed the chains, hooking one end to the large silver hook on a steel pole in the corner by the fireplace, the chain dragged behind her as she brought the silver collar at the other end over to Kurt. She knelt before him again, holding the collar out to him, "Reconsider this. Go to Nathan."

Kurt hesitated for only a moment before grabbing the collar and wrapping it around his neck and waited as Santana bolted on a lock to the front. Kurt stood looking down at the floor sadly; this was his secret, this was what his mother died for, because he wasn't normal, he was different and he had been told all his life to hide and stay hidden. He was no ordinary Hound of God.

As he closed his eyes, he let the wolf take over, his hair shimmering white, white fur spreading across his entire body, a long sweeping tail trailing behind him and a long slender white face emerging before his own, as he bent over all four paws landed softly on the ground and his wolf opened his moonlight blue eyes to the world. Santana sat in the chair Kurt had just occupied, watching, transfixed on the beautiful creature before her. Long white fur stretched over Kurt's new body, glistening in the moonlight, almost aglow. She reached out and stroked his head, his long ears perking up as he looked upon her with calm, calculating eyes. Kurt called himself a freak, Santana only saw perfection as a human and as a wolf.

"I know you want to go out but you can't. Kurt would be very upset with me if I let you out." Unlike most wolves, they had control both as humans and wolves, but since Kurt hadn't been brought up in a pack, and he rarely allowed himself to morph, he had very little control over his wolf. The wolf within him just wanted to be free.

This white, majestic wolf seemed to understand what Santana had just said when he let out a pained howl and started thrashing against the chain secured around his neck. Getting up out the chair, Santana left the room locking the door, knowing not to get in the way of an upset wolf. Not moments later, loud frantic banging could be heard from the front door.

Making her way over she had barely nudged the door open when Jane stormed in, eyes alight, slamming the door behind her.

"My son's outside and if he gets any closer he's going to smell Kurt and come running! Why haven't you lit any of those candles yet?!" Jane yelled at Santana heading for the office.

"Well I was otherwise occupied, this thing doesn't come with a warning or a schedule!" Even though she argued back Santana was already reaching round the rooms to the candles with a sweep of her hand, a flame alighting on the wicks.

"You need to light some of those in the front yard as well, his scent is seeping out." Jane explained, unlocking the study door. "I'll try and calm him." With that she entered the study.

Santana grabbed six candles and walked out front, pausing to take in the sharp figure waiting by the fence about three metres way, he was silently watching her his gaze only briefly flickering back to the house. Tossing the candles around they landed softly around the house, alighting as they landed, Santana walked over to the man, leaning over the fence.

"You Jane's son?"

The man just nodded. "You got a name or should I just call you hobbit?"

"Blaine." Came a growl, not appreciative of the nickname.

"Chill hobbit." Santana smirked at the look Blaine gave her behind the loose curls of his jet black hair.

"Is Kurt home?" He asked, his eyes on the house.

"Yeah, he's just resting up, been a long day."

"What's with the candles?"

"I'm a white witch; thought I'd do a few spells, make sure I'm not going rusty." She caught the dark look he gave her at that.

"Those candles are masking scents, like the lotion Kurt wears." Blaine's eyes caught Santana's, the wolf was clever. She could see Kurt was going to have his hands full with this one.

"Okay, you caught me. Ku-"

"If you're hiding a demon I'll tear out your heart, witch." He threatened, a sliver of gold circling his irises.

"Now chill wolfman. There's no demon in here, so no need for the threats." Did Blaine think Kurt was a demon?

"Then what's Kurt hiding?" Blaine growled. Yes, Blaine though Kurt was a demon.

"He'll tell you when he's ready to." Santana breathed a spell, calming Blaine, watching as his shoulders relaxed. "I'd better go back inside, make sure your mother hasn't found my medicine cabinet."

Sauntering back into the house she flicked the lock on the door before going to the study. The door was ajar but there was silence on the other side. Slowly prising the door open, she smiled at the sight in the middle of the floor. Two white wolves, their fur aglow from the moonlight trickling in and the fire, limbs tangled together, the head of the larger white wolf resting on the shoulder of the other. They looked so calm, their ears twitching occasionally as if they were speaking with one another.

The larger wolf looked up to Santana before untangling itself from the smaller wolf, stepping away and transforming back into the beautiful woman from before. Kurt's young wolf yawned, stretching out its limbs before circling back into a comfortable position in front of the fire, the chains clattering noisily next to him. Santana smiled leading Jane out of the room and locking the door again.

"How's he doing?" She whispered.

"He's calm now; I helped Kurt to become a little more aware within the wolf... I just wish he'd let me do that more often then he wouldn't have to chain himself up like this." Jane had tears in her eyes for Kurt. "I know he feels he's a freak because he's a Hound of God like me except he doesn't have a gift but that wouldn't matter to us. Especially right now."

"What do you mean, right now?"

"My son, who you met out there, had a Hound of God too, but he was slaughtered and we believe that with the dwindling numbers of us, that someone is out to kill off all the Hounds of God." Jane explained running her hands together. "Kurt didn't tell you?"

"No, he didn't." Santana could feel her blood boiling. How could Kurt keep something like that from her?

"Anyway, I told Kurt as such but he still refuses to come forward... In a way it might help prevent whatever these demons are trying to do but still... to not be in a pack but be surround by so many that are... I can feel his pain." Jane's eyes were unfocused as she looked back on the study door.

Coming back Jane pulled out an envelope with Kurt's name on it and handed it to Santana. "The IDs Kurt was after." Santana took the envelope laying it on the sideboard. "The candles outside will take Kurt's scent off you." She explained watching as Jane opened the front door and when she turned back slightly she saw the sad smile that she threw back at her.

"I almost wish they didn't" She whispered before walking down the front yard towards Blaine, who opened the gate for her and they started down the path, back towards the forest. Santana locked the front door and walked around the entire house checking the locks and lighting a few more candles before going back to the study and taking the chair she took before. She watched as Kurt's wolf watched the fire, face nuzzled into the fluffy rug before pulling out a book and picking a chapter at random. Tonight was going to be a long one, but she wouldn't leave Kurt on his own.