Kurt Hummel was at the end of his rope. Being the son of the Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the nation came with a lot of responsibility and in turn, stress. These last few weeks, however, had been especially trying. The reason was one Sebastian Smythe. Ever since Kurt could remember, Sebastian had picked on Kurt. First, it was because of his size. Kurt was born the smallest pup to the pack, and therefore, was often referred to as "Runt" by his peers. Then, when he had his first change, Kurt was made fun of for the pure, snowy white of his wolf coat. When Kurt began showing signs of strong dominance, opposed to the submissive traits most had predicted, people began treating him differently. They all but stopped their taunting, and the younger pack members even began looking to him as their pseudo Alpha. For all intents and purposes he was the Alpha in training, destined to take over when his father would eventually step down. Sebastian had stopped with the name-calling, save for the sneering. The boy mostly left him alone, ignoring him in school and at pack functions. Lately, however, he seemed to have regressed to his old ways. It mostly began when a new family was accepted into the pack; John Anderson, an old friend of Kurt's father, and his wife Samantha, and their two sons Cooper and Blaine. Ever since they had arrived and Kurt had formed a tight friendship with he youngest Anderson, Sebastian had become intolerable. At every turn, Sebastian was there to push Kurt's buttons; insulting him or picking on him for something. Kurt had had enough. No longer was he the little pup he once was. The years of training for being Alpha had built up his body, his dominance had only gotten stronger. Something, he decided, had to be done.
The warm scent of honey and sunshine alerted Kurt to Blaine's presence before he felt the shorter boy slide into step beside him. They walked together through the crowded hallways of McKinley High. To the passing observer, they looked like two friends walking side by side on their way out of school. But to those who looked closer, they would see that Kurt remained slightly in front of Blaine, and kept his head high, chin up, shoulders back with a quiet but strong confidence. Blaine kept his head slightly lowered, chin dipped and shoulders relaxed, every so often, discretely sneaking a glance to the boy next to him, before looking back to the ground ahead of him. Finally, the pair reached the doors leading to the outside.
"So Kurt, ready for the run? I am so excited! I really could se some time to let loose after that History test yesterday!" Blaine said in his chipper, sunny voice. His excited, almost puppy-like enthusiasm made Kurt grin despite the tension he was feeling. "Yeah, I think we all could use it; Santana almost ripped a freshman Cheerio a new one when the girl accidentally wore ivory socks instead of white ones the other day."
Every weekend, the younger pack members would go out to a secluded section of the Lima territory and let off steam, usually through a long pack run or hunt. Kurt was really looking forward to the feeling that running in his wolf form gave him; the freedom and ease.
It took about 20 minutes for the two boys to drive to the meeting location. Santana and her girlfriend Brittany were already there and in wolf form, lounging by Santana's red Jeep Wrangler. Kurt always admired the visual of the couple next to each other in wolf form. Santana was a mocha color with the fur almost black around her face and paws, her dark brown eyes trained on her girlfriend. Brittany on the other hand, was a cream color with light gold fur near her shoulders and bright blue eyes. A few paces away, Puck was in conversation with Nick and Jeff, two of the pack members who attended a private school near by, rather than McKinley like the rest of them. All three looked up when Kurt pulled in next to Puck's pick-up truck. He stripped out of his coat and button down, leaving his undershirt and jeans. He also made sure to leave his shoes in the car; he wouldn't need them.
"Yo Hummel! We ready to do this or what? Puckzilla has a date with a chick from the AV club, and he could use a little stretch of the legs," Puck called as Kurt and Blaine made their way towards the others. The girls also came over, sitting patiently for Kurt. "Puck, for the last time, you really need to stop referring to yourself in the third person. It isn't very becoming," Kurt scolded, though he rolled his eyes in good humor. "Alright guys, so I figured we should meet back here in and hour. Call if you get in any trouble, and stay within a 10 mile radius." The minute Kurt finished talking, Santana and Brittany took of towards the north like usual. He didn't know or even want to think about where they went, but all Kurt knew was that Santana always returned more relaxed and less bitchy, sometimes even smiling while Brittany would just giggle and flush. Puck, Jeff, and Nick began stripping and then shifting, while Blaine looked at Kurt, tilting his head in question. The young Alpha smiled apologetically and shook his head slightly. Luckily Blaine seemed to understand that Kurt needed a little time to himself, and quickly shifted to join the other boys. They headed to the west, where there was a large lake to swim in. Kurt took a moment to close his eyes and breathe in a lung-full of the crisp autumn air. Unfortunately, his serenity was suddenly broken.
"What's up Gay Face?"