Kurt sat on the rooftop of the local church staring out over the town the next evening, the full moon burning down on him, laughing at him. He hated this night, but every month it was the same, the wolves around him would howl all night long, their strength and hunger increased by the full moon, while his own wolf screamed to be released, to run at super speeds with the other wolves. Instead, he kept his focus while he protected the town from the few wolves that might want to chance grabbing a meal from within the limits of the town.

He wanted one of them to trip up. Last night had sent an incredible weight off his shoulders at letting his wolf out for just a few hours; he had felt light on his feet, but then his demon had to turn up and send him hurdling down that dark hole yet again. He had always been picked on by others for various reasons; as a child it was because he could run faster than anyone else or he could sniff out the treats the other kids had snuck into school. They would call him a freak, a weirdo and he'd go crying home to his mom, wanting to know why he couldn't be normal. Once he got into high school the verbal bullying remained but was added to by the physical. He always enjoyed fashion and liked to show off and enjoy his creations but that coupled with the fact that he was gay and proud of it seemed to justify to everyone else that locker slams, slushies and everything else associated with high school bullying were acceptable.

Dave Karofsky was the worst. His attacks would leave bruises all over Kurt's body, he didn't break anything, couldn't; Kurt's wolf was too strong even then but he didn't show it, there was enough to pick on without that as well. The bullying got worse the day Kurt followed Karofsky into the locker room, snapping after having his brand new phone thrown out of his hands and onto the floor in a crumbled mess of electronic pieces.

He had stood up to him, screamed in his face to punch him, to finally do what he'd always wanted to do. What Kurt didn't see was the crush of hands on either side of his face and a wet kiss pressed to his lips. In the moment he'd been too shocked to do anything but when Karofsky came back for a second Kurt had let his strength be seen, had pushed him so hard he hit the far wall with a crack. Karofsky soon recovered and stormed out the room but all Kurt could do was crumble to the floor and sob. He'd lost his control and he'd lost his first kiss. Over the next few years he'd lose a lot more to Dave Karofsky.

Kurt had been able to keep Karofsky off him for a few months after that, a few times Karofsky had grabbed Kurt and flung him into a dark corner of the school, he'd been able to control the strength he'd let lose before and push Karofsky off him. However, Kurt wasn't ready for what would happen six months after that kiss, he wouldn't know until he was forced down onto his knees before Karofsky by invisible hands and made to lose another one of his firsts; that Karofsky was a demon, and he'd cast a spell on Kurt. A spell 'til this day, seven years later, he hadn't broken.

Kurt wiped away the tears he didn't realise he'd cried as he looked across the high street to his office building, his heart sinking as the memories from this afternoon came rushing back to him. Karofsky had stepped into his office around one after Kurt had done his rounds of the town; he had returned to his office to sort through the IDs Jane had brought him when his door was kicked in. He came in, grey suit fitting around his broad form, that sly smirk on his face which Kurt tried to ignore, going back to the papers on his desk, trying to calm the shaking in his hands, this time not drawn up from his wolf.

"I paid your father the rent last month Karofsky. What can I help you with?"

Karofsky slid into the couch by the window with a satisfied sigh and that smirk still on his lips. "You paid my father his rent, but what about my half Hummel?" At those words Kurt felt himself reverting to the young boy he'd been when he was first forced to his knees in front of the man that had now settled into his couch. He placed his papers down, head lowered as he tried to steady himself. "Please Dave, I had a rough night, can we not do this now? I'll come over to yours another night." Kurt felt the bile rise in his throat as he basically offered himself up on a plate to Karofsky, but he didn't reply, simply sitting back and letting his eyes wander over Kurt's form. Kurt shuffled slightly, eyes darting to the other side of the room where he'd left his sais. He could make it, all he had to do was make it past his desk and reach out.

"Kurt, remove your clothes." Karofsky ordered, he'd used his first name evoking whatever spell he had on Kurt and he felt himself lose control of his hands as they reached up to unbutton his graffiti shirt. "Please Dave, don't do this. This has got to stop." He was pleading with tears in his eyes as the hands he no longer had control over undid the last button and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and to the floor. He held his breath as he felt his hands tug his undershirt over his head, his eyes focused on the window above Karofsky's head.

"Keep that up and I'll make sure you don't say another word, Hummel." He mumbled, eyes following Kurt's hands down to his belt, unbuckling the loop and letting the faded jeans slide down his long legs. Kurt tried hard to not let his feet slip out of his boots and out of his jeans but he couldn't stop his body. He had the physical strength to see off Karofsky, but not this magic. The magic that even Santana hadn't figured out yet.

Kurt heard his sob before he realised he was crying when his hands tugged down his boxers. Karofsky licked his lips as he stood to admire the lean form before him. His hand moved to Kurt's chest idly brushing across the smooth skin when Kurt's mind returned to him and he pulled the hand away ready to break it. "Kurt, release me and put your hands on desk. Spread your legs and keep your feet on the floor." Kurt wasn't fast enough this time, his hands moved compliantly to the desk causing his exposed body to lean forward as his legs parted slightly. He picked a spot on the desk to focus on, anything to take his mind away from all of this. He'd managed it a few times; broken hands, broken arms, anything to stop this but Karofsky had caught on and was quick in his commands.

He felt Karofsky's whole body lean over to whisper, "Kurt, lean on the desk and stay there." As his upper body pressed against the desk, Karofsky's hand went to his butt, massaging a cheek and he heard the sound that always made him feel nauseous, the unzipping and shuffling of trousers. Kurt was grinding his teeth as a large hand settled on his thigh and he felt the press between his legs.

A shuffle of feet from behind him brought Kurt out from his memories, quick to wipe away the tears and very thankful for the darkness of the night. He turned to see Blaine approaching him, hazel eyes giving off a golden glow in the moonlight. Kurt had to swallow hard to gain his voice in the presence of such a beautiful man.

"Thought you'd be out on the hunt with the rest of your pack." Kurt asked turning back to his spot taking a quick glance over the high street so as to not stare at the wolf.

"I've had my fill." Came Blaine's answer before he sat down next to Kurt.

He noticed the stiffness in Blaine's shoulders, the narrowed eyes and canine cutting into his lip. Whatever was annoying Blaine was enough to stop him from enjoying the spirit of the full moon. Kurt allowed his eyes to wander over the strong figure next to him, from his curly hair dropping gently around his chiselled face to his thick neck and broad shoulders under a tight long sleeved black top which cut into his chest and abs perfectly, legs crossed in dark washed jeans. Oh yes, Kurt had it bad for this one.

"You know, not many wolves find hanging out with a hunter their idea of fun on a full moon." Kurt shrugged trying to figure out why Blaine was here.

"I'm having fun trying to figure you out... and I think I might have." Blaine's eyes were looking into Kurt's with a fierce fire.

"What have you discovered which makes you think you've figured me out?" Kurt asked, almost scared to know as his hand slipping down to his pistol.

A deep sigh passed through Blaine's lips before he spoke, "You're a-"

Kurt jumped to his feet as a scream filled the sky, unsheathing his katana he didn't wait to explain as he jumped from the roof of the church, landing with a thud before making his legs move as fast as he could. The scream came again from the high school and Kurt slid down an alley, the streets of this town memorized over years of the hunt.

He chanced a glance behind him and saw a black wolf following him, catching up with him, but this wolf didn't have golden eyes like the rest. This wolf's eyes were hazel, they were Blaine's eyes. The wolf passed Kurt but didn't go ahead, running with him, a glint in his eyes. Maybe it was the hunt, or maybe he was aware of Kurt's speed and the truth behind it.

Kurt let those thoughts fall from his mind as he reached the school and the scent caught him and he knew Blaine had caught it as the wolf went ahead of him towards the football fields. The scream came again as a snarling wolf came into view creeping up on a terrified teenage girl, only fourteen, curled up unable to move, blood seeping from the wound in her leg. Blaine skidded between the pair, his teeth bared at the wolf, forcing him back. Kurt left the two wolves to snap at each other as he ran to the girl, picking her up in his arms.

"I'm going to hide you for a while until it's clear. You'll be safe, okay?" The girl just nodded, tears staining her cheeks. Kurt moved quickly to a small brick built tool shed, kicking the door in he lay the girl down gently, "I'll be right back." He promised before shutting the door and jamming a sai into the lock.

He ran back to the field to watch Blaine, still as a wolf, circling with the other, both growling, snarling and snapping at one another. Pulling out his pistol he aimed it at the wolf's head.

"Stop!" Came Blaine's voice as he morphed back into his human form, holding his hand out to Kurt but keeping eye contact with the wolf. "He's possessed! A demon must have cast a spell on him, he's not himself!"

"You know a cure?" Kurt called over stepping closer, slowly, careful not to get in range of the wolf's jump.

Blaine shook his head, "No but-"

Kurt pulled the trigger, the harrowing sound that came from the wolf as the silver bullet lodged in its skull brought silence over the two present. His huge body slumped to the floor, motionless, his scent disappearing, mixing with the blood now pooling onto the grass. Blaine was still staring at the wolf as Kurt moved and took hold of a paw only to be pushed off his feet a growl deep in his ear.

The fall took the air out of Kurt's lungs as his wrists were pinned down above his head, Blaine face inches from his own, teeth bared, eyes swirling from hazel to gold, the growl constant in the depths of his throat.

"You did this!" Blaine cried. "You put the spell on him, just to get your kicks in killing one of us!"

"How am I suppose to do that, Blaine? I'm human!" Kurt tried to push himself free but Blaine was too strong.

"Don't bullshit me, demon!" Blaine increased the hold on Kurt's wrists, if it weren't for his strength his wrists would have broken now.

"Demon?! You think I'm a demon?" Kurt screamed at Blaine. How wrong Blaine had it, Kurt had seen himself in that wolf, possessed, forced to do things he didn't want, no way of getting out. There were times Kurt wanted it all to end when forced to do what he did with Karofsky. He had given the wolf peace.

"You reek of demon. You're normally very good at hiding your scent, but today. It's so strong, it's seeping out of you."

"It's not my scent!" Tears pricked Kurt's eyes, he didn't want to explain what Blaine could smell; he thought he'd washed it all off. He tried to push Blaine away, desperate to now get away from the wolf, but Blaine's hold just got tight and Kurt swallowed a groan of pain, throwing his head back.

"Then he's your lover and you're protecting him, which is just as bad. Tell me where you're hiding the demon, whore!" Blaine was screaming at Kurt now, his anger clogging Kurt's senses. He wanted to run, wanted to cry... wanted to disappear and leave this life behind. Kurt's body slumped against the grass, his breath wheezing as he body gave in, gave up.

"I-It's wasn't consensual." Kurt whispered, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"What?" Came a whisper of a response Kurt almost missed, the grip on his wrists disappearing and Blaine pushed himself away slightly to look down better on Kurt. "Are you saying... a demon raped you?"

Kurt nodded refusing to look at Blaine, not wanting to see the expression on his face at the moment, no matter what it was.

"But how? With your strength-" Kurt sobbed, closing his eyes for a moment. "He has a spell on me, like that wolf, I don't have control over my body when he evokes it." Kurt didn't need to explain any more. "I'm not a demon." He whispered, pleading with Blaine to believe him.

A hand cupped his cheek, a thumb stroking gently, wiping away the tears as Blaine stared down at the small boy before him, no longer the hunter, just a scared lonely boy. "There's a way to break the spell." Blaine whispered.

Kurt's eyes lit up with frustrated anger as he finally turned to look up at Blaine. "Don't you think I've tried? Seven years! I've had this curse for seven years and neither I nor the white witch I work with can find a cure!" Kurt pushed Blaine off him with renewed strength and moved to his feet brushing off his jeans with a sniff. He turned his gaze back to the wolf, not wanting to talk about this with someone who thought he was a demon. "I need to take the wolf back to Puckerman's once the sun rises... You should head back to your pack, let them know what happened. The smell of the blood will be sending them crazy."

"Has a wolf tried to reverse the curse on you?" Blaine asked, he wasn't going to let Kurt dismiss this.

"What? No, I haven't told anyone about the curse apart from the white witch."

"Then let me taste your blood." He saw Kurt visibly stiffen at that, fear in his widened eyes.

"No, I'm not falling for your tricks. You said it yourself you're trying to figure me out and that would allow you to do just that. No." Kurt shook his head, grabbing the front paws of the wolf starting to drag him off the field.

"Is what you are so important to hide that you'd continue to let this demon control you? What if he gets fed up of using you? What if he decides to do more? What if he forces you to kill everyone you love?" He could hear the frustration of not understanding in Blaine's voice.

"Taste this wolf's blood. If he has the same curse-" "He's dead, the curse will be gone now." Blaine interrupted. He stepped closer to Kurt gripping his forearm, "One bite, one small bite into your wrist and I'll help you escape this curse. Let me in Kurt. Trust goes both ways. If I'm to trust you I need to know what I'm dealing with." Blaine tugged gently on Kurt's arm.

Kurt hesitated before looking up at Blaine, "Can every wolf do this?" Blaine nodded silently bringing Kurt's wrist to his lips, kissing the skin gently where he'd held it in his vice grip; an Alpha's way of apologising. Kurt felt his breath hitch at the contact, his wolf desperate to be closer to this Alpha, but he couldn't. He pulled his wrist away stepping back from Blaine and walking off the school property with the wolf to place him into the back of an old truck abandoned by the road for now. When he returned to the field Blaine was gone, just his scent lingering in the air, making Kurt yearn to have Blaine close again, to seek him out. He hugged his arms around his chest as he dragged his feet over to the tool shed.

Blaine was making him doubt himself, doubt his mother's words and actions. Was it so important to keep himself hidden, could he let just one wolf know? Jane knew, but she was a Hound of God too, it was different. Plus every Hound of God was blessed with a gift... except him, so what did that make him? Jane has telepathy, Emma can heal physical wounds and his mother could create protective shields. That's what kept Kurt hidden before Santana created the lotions and candles... so why didn't Kurt have a gift? What would that make him in the eyes of the wolves? What would Blaine think of him? What had Jeremiah's gift been? What would the town think of their protector if they knew what he was?

Removing his sai from the lock, he gently eased the door open and helped the young girl out of the shed, lifting her into his arms when he noticed her struggling to walk on her injured leg. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leant into his chest, soft sobs still seeping out under shivering shoulders. He took her to the hospital before heading back to his office, picking up his truck and going back to the school to retrieve the wolf's body. The rest of the night was quiet, so as soon as the first rays of sun light peaked through the trees he set off to the mountain range, hardening his heart to the mournful howls he'd hear along with the threatening snarls in his direction.

At least Puck would stand by his side, once a former bully of his at high school they had become friends when Puck had discovered Kurt was a hunter and Kurt had accepted him as the new Alpha of the Puckerman pack. He understood the strict rules Kurt abided by and why they were in place. He has never questioned a kill before and for that Kurt was very thankful.