It was mid afternoon before Kurt awoke from a very deep sleep, filled with dreams of white wolves dancing around in a dewy meadow, playing with one another. He had this dream a couple of times a week and could recognise all the wolves in his dream by now, but occasionally one would disappear and sometimes a new cub would join them. His dream last night had seen two of the wolves disappear and while other wolves continued to play with one another, there had been stillness in the air this time. Something had been seeping into the meadow, out of sight, but a constant reminder of the threat outside of this dream.

Kurt moved some of the bubbles on the surface of the bathwater around thoughtfully, eyes upon his wrists at the faint bruises had formed from where Blaine had held him down. He healed quickly, bruises disappearing within hours and bones healing over night, but Blaine's grip had been so intense that the bruises still yellowed his skin. He'd seen the anger in his eyes, the hatred... the pity... the confusion.

Kurt dunked his head under the water to try and clear his mind, staying under to let the water rush around his ears. He wondered how many other times he'd left that stench on his body, had other wolves noticed, what did they think of him? If they did they didn't say anything and Kurt hoped he'd only slipped up this once, but even with one slip up he'd put himself in harm's way... what would be the consequences of another slip up? A knock at the door brought him back from below the surface of the water, brushing back his hair from his face.

"Yes?" Kurt mumbled, wiping the water from his eyes.

The lock on the door unlatched and Santana stormed in, head in a book and pushing herself onto the vanity unit in front of the bath. "Right, I have gone through all the books in our library; even the ones in Latin. Check me out."

"Santana!" Kurt yelled, "That latch is there for a reason!"

Santana waved at him dismissively, eyes still on her book. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before. I even remember wiping you bottom-"

"I do not need a trip down the memory lane of embarrassment again!" Kurt blushed, running a hand over his face, noticing the satisfied smirk on her face, "What are you doing in here? Am I not allowed some rest after the two days I've had? I finally get Finn to watch the town for the day and night, but it seems I can't even bathe in peace without you invading my space." Kurt huffed, splashing water in Santana's direction only to watch it freeze, inches from her silk dress and float into the sink.

"Easy boy, you can't afford to replace this." Santana turned a page in her book, "I looked into what you mumbled at me this morning when you got in, about the whole wolf blood thing that hobbit mentioned."

"Hobbit? He gets a nickname?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, amused by the nickname.

"He spoke to me. I had to address him with something. Hobbit works, and I know you agree with me." Santana paused for a moment before continuing, "How was Puck last night?"

"Pissed, but he accepted my actions." Kurt sucked on his teeth, eyes unfocused as he thought back to the heart wrenching cries the pack howled into the sky as they mourned their fallen brother and the quiet snarls directed at Kurt when Puck turned his back.

"So yeah," Santana continued, "Back to the book and wolves and everything. It seems the guy was telling you the truth. It's not widely known through human legends but within the world of wolves, it seems they did taste one another's blood to detect any incantations or diseases, but as you presumed, it would also reveal that you were a wolf and more importantly, a Hound of God." Santana closed the book looking over at Kurt who had folded his arms on the rim of the bath and rested his chin on his arms.

"You think I should tell Jane, don't you?" Kurt's eyes found Santana's and she could see how tired he was. Moving a stool behind him, she coaxed him to lean back in the bath and placed her fingertips on his temples, mumbling incantations to send Kurt relaxing energy. "You don't have to tell her the extent of the curse, just say that you think you've been cursed by a demon and you want her to see if she can detect what it is. Once she does that she can either give you a cure or we'll at least know enough for me to find it. I'm a little in the dark here Kurt. I have nine different curses it could be and I'm not about to go through them all until we find one that works. The consequences are too great."

Kurt sighed closing his eyes against her touch, "I know... I'll go see her tonight." He laughed sadly, "I wish I'd known this sooner..."

"Well, we knew about the whole saliva thing but yeah, I told you, you should open up to at least one pack."

"I open up to one, I open up to them all." Kurt grumbled pulling away from Santana's touch to step out the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked round the room blowing out all but one of the candles which he held in his hand. "Thanks for looking into this for me. I owe you."

Santana stood, rubbing Kurt's back, "Just warn me the next time you're going to flash your butt at me." She smiled, walking downstairs with her book.

"You love my butt!" Kurt chuckled as he went to his room, lighting a couple of candles before setting the other down and arranging his lotions on his vanity, letting his eyes settle on the small photos arranged around the mirror. A couple were of Burt and his mother, another of him and his mother in the garden, while a few hidden beneath were of them as wolves; two white wolves cuddled close together. With a soft sigh he removed the towel around his waist and began to slowly apply the creams to his entire body, his mind going over what he'd need for tonight, how he'd go about it and how he needed to calm his wolf when around Blaine.

Kurt slowly stepped up to the outskirts of the Anderson's village, satchel at his side, late into the night. Most of the wolves would be out for the hunt so Kurt hoped he'd be able to sneak in and out without too much bother. His heart was racing with the risk he was taking; if anything went wrong, his secret would be out and Kurt wasn't ready for that.

He noted the two figures walking towards him and once they got a little closer the moonlight revealed them to be Wes and Blaine, the latter holding the silver cuffs he'd have to wear. He noted Blaine looking at him with a little less fire in his eyes, a hint of pity and sadness there, but Kurt didn't want to see that. He wanted to see the fire again, the pity just made him feel used, dirty... filth.

Wes smiled as he greeted Kurt, pulling him into a surprising hug, "It's good to see you again, Kurt. We almost missed you if it weren't for those stones you were kicking around just."

Kurt smiled back at him, "When you don't have a scent you find inventive ways of getting yourself noticed." Kurt turned his attention to Blaine, "I'm here to see your mother."

"What business do you have with her?" He asked, eyes dropping to his satchel.

"I need her to check on something for me." Kurt explained cryptically.

Wes followed Blaine's gaze, "What's in the bag?"

Kurt handed him the bag, knowing he'd have to hand it over anyway. He watched as Wes went through the contents, Blaine hovering over his shoulder as he pulled out candles, a bottle of lotion, matches, bandages and cleansing cloths. Blaine looked knowingly at Kurt before nudging Wes gently, "It's alright. He can bring that in."

Wes ran his fingers through Blaine's hair before stepping back, holding onto the satchel. Blaine stepped towards Kurt, reaching for his wrist about to put the cuff on until he noticed the yellow bruising. Kurt observed his eyes softening again as a thumb rubbed over the markings. "That's the trouble with a full moon; you wolves don't know your own strength." Kurt brushed it, off trying to take his wrist back but was held tight in Blaine's grip as he raised Kurt's wrist to his lips, kissing over the bruising very gently, his hazel eyes turning up to Kurt's. Kurt bowed his head, accepting the Alpha's apology while steadying his breathing. Blaine swiftly clamped the cuff over his wrist, as if he were happy to see the bruises hidden. He manoeuvred his arm behind his back, fingers brushing over his skin in a way which was unnerving to Kurt; Blaine was pushing for answers again, and brought the other hand back as well, securing the second cuff.

Kurt's eyes widen when he felt a domineering hand travel up his spine. He shifted quickly away from Blaine, out of his reach, "Don't touch me like that." he warned, "I know that touch and you won't get anything out of me. Take me to Jane." He could see the shock in Blaine's eyes hardening until he saw nothing. He knew he'd overreacted slightly, but the tension of the night had him on edge. Blaine walked ahead as Wes placed a gentle hand on Kurt's shoulder, coaxing him to walk with him.

"I heard about the attack on that little girl last night. How's she doing?" Wes asked after a few awkward moments of silence.

"She's doing well, a little shaken up, but she'll be back at school in a couple of days." Kurt noticed Blaine tilting his head back slightly to listen in.

"That's good to hear. I'm sorry she got hurt, but Blaine told me it was the work of a demon?"

Kurt nodded, "It would seem so, but with human blood in the air and the full moon out I had no other choice. I have someone looking into the demon's whereabouts so I hope to find whoever did it soon enough."

Wes nodded, "Good. If you need a hand I know a few wolves who'd like to get back at a demon."

The attack on the Westerville pack had left all the remaining members thirsty for demon blood, desperate to avenge their fallen brethren. Kurt wasn't about to encourage them to go down such a wreckless path, "I meant to ask, your Hound of God," He could make out the deep growl coming from Blaine and Kurt knew he was crossing a line talking about his mate, but he needed to know, "What was his gift?"

Wes' eyes moved to Blaine before returning to Kurt, "He had visions. But he was very weak so his visions were always clouded and confused."

"So he didn't foresee the attack?"

"Not that attack." Wes' eyes were on Blaine as he spoke.

He heard the heavy sigh as Blaine turned towards Kurt, stopping him in his tracks. "Jeremiah foresaw what he thought was his Hound of God... and me protecting that wolf from a demon. I always thought he spoke of himself in that vision, which is why I kept him close... but either his vision was wrong or... I failed in my duties." Blaine was heavy with guilty, it was clear to see he thought he'd failed and that this impending doom was his fault.

Without another word he carried on leading them down a narrow path to the east side of the village. Kurt felt Wes press a hand to his back and whispered, "Jeremiah would always describe the wolf's eyes. He'd say they were like the ice or the moonlight, which Jeremiah's weren't far off... but his were more like the sky on a summer's day; bright but still a warm blue, not like the diamonds he described. We're now on the lookout for that wolf. I have Jeff and Nick going from pack to pack within the state, seeking out Hounds."

"You shouldn't do that."He stopped Wes, Blaine stopping just ahead, "By seeking out the Hounds you're just leading the demons to them. I want you to call them back. If this wolf is out there then he's better off staying out of sight."

"But the visions show Blaine protecting the wolf!" Wes protested.

"And if the vision is true then he will. But this has got to stop; I bet some of the Hounds are already dead because of this hunt of yours. You can never be too careful around a demon." Kurt turned to Blaine, "Blaine, call off this madness." Blaine stood strong looking between the pair, their words flowing over him. Kurt stepped forward, pressing his forehead against Blaine's, a sign of submission, as he whispered, "Please Blaine. I know you don't trust me, don't care for what I do and you mean well doing this but it won't end well if you continue. I need you to believe me when I say I've seen this happen before. Please, call your men back." As he heard Blaine's domineering growl course through his throat, he looked up into his eyes, golden flecks filtering over his irises and Kurt felt himself falling into the Alpha's gaze. Their noses barely touched, their lips inches apart as a strong hand went to the back of his head, running through his hair. A gasp escaped his lips as Blaine's scent wrapped around him, holding him close and Blaine reaction was instant.

"Wes, call Nick and Jeff back. I'll handle the hunter from here." Blaine spoke, his eyes still on Kurt, hungry for his submissive manner.

Kurt heard Wes leave as he held Blaine's stare, Blaine's hand outstretched to receive the satchel. He swallowed hard as Blaine's eyes travelled down to his lips and his tongue darted out to lick his own, "For someone who isn't a wolf, you know how to rub an Alpha's ego. You play this trick with my father?"

"Yes, and he enjoys it just as much as you are." Kurt whispered before stepping away from Blaine, breaking the connection, calming his wolf but he heard the possessive growl Blaine gave off before storming down a narrow path and up to a small cabin by a steady stream, surrounded by a garden of beautiful white jasmine, the smell filling the senses.

Blaine opened the door and let Kurt enter first before closing the door behind him. Jane was already at their sides in seconds, squeezing Kurt in a tight embrace but Kurt kept his eyes on Blaine.

It's good to see you looking better. Your wolf was so scared.

Kurt turned to Jane, "I was hoping we could talk privately."

"Whatever you have to say, or do, will be done with me present." Blaine huffed taking a seat by the fire, crossing an ankle over his knee, dropping the satchel on the floor.

Jane placed a gentle hand on Kurt's arm as they sat down on a plush rug in the centre of the room. She reached out for the satchel taking out the candles and placing them in a circle around the two of them, she knew what she was doing; they'd done this when Kurt had revealed his secret to her. "What is it you need, Kurt?" She asked taking the matches and lighting the candles, both her and Blaine taken aback by the scent as it masked out all the smells around them.

"I need you to taste my blood. I think I might have been cursed by a demon... neither I nor the white witch know what it is... Blaine mentioned you might be able to take a look." Kurt noticed the raised eyebrow Blaine sent his way when he said he might have a curse. Yeah, he wasn't telling Jane about the abuse.

You know Blaine could do this too

I know, but then he'd know what I am

Is that such a bad thing

You son has it in for me

My son finds you intriguing. He just wants to get to know you.

Kurt coughed, fidgeting in his spot, "So, will you?" With a nod, Jane moved onto her knees, brushing her hands over her emerald dress and reached out to unbutton the top three buttons on Kurt's shirt, "The neck is best for this. I'll be able to take a bit more blood and it'll be clearer to read you." As she explained Kurt was staring at Blaine, watching as his eyes followed his mother's hands; he dreaded to think what Blaine would do when he saw his blood. But hopefully his candles would keep Blaine calm enough.

"You ready?" She asked, running a hand down his neck, waiting for his nod, before calling up her Hound, teeth sharpening and sinking into his neck. He let out a pained cry as he felt the skin break and the blood seep out from the wounds, drawn into Jane's mouth as she sucked gently, only taking what the bites let slip out from under his porcelain skin. He craned his neck to give her better access, praying his candles hide the strong scent coming from his blood, his eyes found Blaine's and he could tell the sight of his blood was affecting him, but there was no sign that Blaine could smell his blood from where he sat outside the circle of candles.

Getting out of his seat, Blaine circled the pair, close to the candles without knocking them over, watching as his mother drank the hunter's blood, waiting for it to end so he could stop feeling the pull from that blood, even from behind the candles. He couldn't smell anything, but he could feel something, a tug towards this hunter he'd once thought to be a demon. His eyes connected with Kurt's once more and he couldn't help the arousal he felt watching as he arched his neck pliantly for his mother and arched his strong back against the pain, his hands fisted behind his back pulling at the chains.

Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he felt Jane's teeth detach from his skin, her tongue lapping at the blood still seeping out. As Jane pulled away he noticed the jade sparkle of her wolf in her eyes, her reddened tongue coming out to lick her lips and for a moment, Kurt thought he'd made a mistake. The panic in him started to send his heart racing and his breath hitched, had he made a mistake giving a wolf his blood, had he just brought out her killer instincts? His thoughts calmed when a gentle hand cupped his cheek while a cleansing cloth was put to his wound, wiping away the excess blood.

Calm down. My reaction is normal; if you were part of the pack you'd know that

Kurt let out a breath he'd been holding as he tilted his neck to let Jane clean it thoroughly, "Put the lotion straight into the wounds." Both Jane and Blaine looked at him sceptically at that point, "If you don't, my scent will leak out. Put the lotion on." A snarl from Blaine stopped her, "Just stop this Kurt! Let out your scent! Let us in!" Blaine looked ready to kill but Kurt wouldn't give in, "I've let your mother in, but you, I don't trust you."

"You can trust my son." Jane interrupted, applying the lotion to Kurt's open wound causing him to hiss as a stinging pain erupting over his neck, his skin an angry red. Kurt studied Blaine closely where he stood, toes touching the candles, his own heart thumping in his chest; he hadn't felt this vulnerable since his mother died. He waited as Jane applied the bandage to his neck.

"Burn the cloths." Jane brought the used cloths to a flame, watching them burn to ashes. He felt his heart calm slightly as all the evidence of his blood vanished. "What did you learn from my blood?"

Jane's eyes were hard when she looked at him, "Let my son in and I'll tell you." Kurt's blood ran cold. He'd trusted her and now she was using that trust to force this upon him. "No." He whispered, feeling old walls building around his heart. "Then I won't tell you." Came her frosty reply. Kurt looked between the pair, eyes frantic and his tongue came out to lick his dry lips. His throat constricted, he couldn't say it, couldn't let go.

Let him in, he will protect-

"Stay out of my head, wolf!" Kurt screamed at her, eyes cold as his hunter's instincts took over. "I can't believe you're abusing the trust we built like this! Everything I've done for you and this is how you repay me."

"Kurt, I can't do this on my own anymore, I need you to let someone else in. I am under a lot of protection now and soon I won't be able to even greet you at the gates. I need to know someone is out there for you." Jane had tears in her eyes, her hand clutching at her chest. This was hard for her, he knew it deep down, knew she treated him like a member of her family but this wasn't how you treated family.

"Your son thought I was a demon! He was ready to rip my throat out last night and you want me to share this with him?" Kurt was on his feet, knocking over the candles and heading for the door.

"Kurt, stop! I know what curse the demon has you under, just let Blaine taste you. You don't have to let out your scent or give any blood. Just let him taste you so he can see what you are... please, stop running."

As Jane spoke Blaine had approached Kurt, pinning him against the wall, gripping his chin tightly. His next words were whispered, "Just one kiss." Kurt was shaking violently, his breath heaving. It was so simple, let Blaine kiss him, let him taste the Hound of God in him, but he was so scared. His mother's words ringing in his ears, Karofsky's mockery whispering past her voice and the memories of hiding from vicious, blood hungry wolves flashing before him. His eyes turned moonlight blue and he let a scream escape his lungs as he tore apart the chains behind his back, the silver hitting the floor with a heavy thud. With swift movements he pulled out his sais pressing the tip of one under Blaine's jaw the other against his chest.

He could see the fear in their eyes, he'd let out a little of the freak within him, ripped through silver like it was putty and they were scared. The room was deafly silent as the two wolves waited to see what the hunter would do, and the hunter sized up the two wolves. He moved away from Blaine holding a sai out before him.

"We're done here." With that, Kurt rushed out of the cabin back up the path towards the main entrance, his steps brisk but slow enough to not catch the attention of other wolves. He heard the steps running up behind him and turned to thrust his sai against Blaine's chest, stopping the wolf in his tracks.

"Didn't you hear me?" Kurt anger was boiling over, he didn't want to be here anymore.

"It's a 'Blood Possession' curse." Blaine revealed, trying to reach out to Kurt but every time Kurt swiped at him with his other sai. "The demon must have a vial of your blood somewhere and before he meets with you he drinks the blood and chants the curse. The possession lasts for around an hour before he'd have to drink more. That's why my mother wants you to let me taste your scent. If I know your scent I can help you find where he's storing your blood and stop this."

Kurt paused to take all this in, "That's why he makes me black out once he's done. He's taking my blood... Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I want to help. You're right, I don't trust you but last night I saw something in you... I saw someone I thought I could trust... someone I could help. But you need to let me in if I'm going to help you." Blaine was looking at him so sincerely, but a line had been crossed.

"I don't need your help, wolf." He saw the regret in Blaine's eyes but he wouldn't back down. He turned and carried on his walk out of the village, sliding his sais back to his thighs and with a heavy heart he headed home. He could hear Jane's howls echoing through the forest, but it didn't stop him. Not this time.