"And I'm sure that you will be satisfied with McKinley. In a public school, practically everyone is mixed, so I am sure that you will have no problem fitting right in. There are very few humans here, but the ones that are have been trained in how to deal with part humans."

Four pairs of eyes stared at the principal as he guided them around the school. They were nervous, some more than others. Kurt did not want to be in a public school, but after the disaster at Dalton, it had seemed that McKinley was their only option. But that didn't mean Kurt had to like it.

"Out of curiosity, what are you?" Kurt fixed the principal, Figgins, with an icy glare. "We're Intershifters." His voice was laced with sarcasm and sass, but it was coated with sugary honesty, something Figgins swallowed up with a smile.

"I mean what animals do you shift to?" Kurt sighed. Really, sometimes he hated humans. Sure, he had a few human friends, but for the most part they were annoying, and just did not understand Intershifters.

"I'm a lioness." Quinn said, tossing Kurt a warning glare. His neck instantly prickled. He was the Alpha of their miniature pack, and he did not particularly like having his position usurped. But he understood that Quinn was simply trying to keep the peace. "Brittany is an Intercat, and Kurt has both cat, and wolf blood."

This news caused Figgins to raise his brows, and Kurt rolled his eyes. It was rare for two Intershifters of different species to mate and reproduce, but his parents' business really wasn't anyone else's. Just because he was a rarity did not mean people had instant permission to gawk.

"And Finn has dog and she-wolf blood in him."

Okay, so maybe in their pack it wasn't that big of a deal. But to the rest of the world, it kind of was.

"Positions?" Figgins inquired further, and Kurt sighed. Hadn't they written this all down when they transferred? They had to fill out a survey, couldn't he just read them?

"Brittany is a Beta, and Quinn is an Alpha. Finn is Versatile, and I am the Alpha Beta." Kurt watched as Figgins' expression grew in wonderment, and he couldn't help but wonder if the man's eyebrows could raise any further.

"Are you mated?" Kurt's chin rose high. "I am currently unmated. But rest assured, when I will be, it will be to an Alpha."

A hundred years ago, a lab, located in Lima Ohio, had exploded, poisoning everyone with radiation. While no one inherited superhero powers, people began to change. They found that they could change into animals at will. Hundreds of people had been polluted, and while some spread out among the world, the largest portion of these contaminated people, named 'Intershifters' were located in Ohio. More specifically, Lima.

Over time the Intershifters had embraced their animalistic ways of life, and mated with other Intershifters. It was practically unheard of for an Intershifter to breed with humans, but in modern times, it was far more common now, resulting in more and more people transforming. But in a selective, exclusive school like Dalton, Intershifters were hard to find.

"Are any of you mated?"

Quinn and Finn looked away uncomfortably, and Kurt pitied them. Quinn was an Alpha Lioness, she always would be. But Finn was versatile, he could easily flow between Beta and Alpha, wanting to dominate Quinn, or let her dominate him. They had tried mating before; they had loved each other at one point. But it had turned up disastrous results.

"No. None of us have mates." Kurt said. Curiously, he asked, "Are there any mates here at McKinley?" Mates were a rare thing to find in high school, or at least Kurt had assumed so. To find the one destined for him here at a small town high school would be something of a fairytale in his mind. He had to be very careful in who he chose, he knew that wolves mated for life.

"Yes. Tina Cohen-Chang and Mike Chang are both mates, Silver Foxes. They're pretty tame as far as mating goes, but avoid them whilst they are in heat." Kurt nodded. He himself had never experienced a heat before, nor seen one, but the stories about them were frankly quite terrifying.

"Also Noah Puckerman and Lauren Zizes. Noah is a shark, and Lauren is a bear." It was Kurt's turn to raise his eyebrows. A shark and a bear? Now that was a combination he had never thought of before. "I suggest avoiding them together. As you know, sharks need to keep swimming, or else they die. Noah, well he, ah-he needs physical affection. It really doesn't matter to him where he gets it from."

Quinn's mouth dropped open and Kurt furiously blushed. He was a firm believer in one true mate. He was the only one of their pack who thought that way, but it was the way he had been brought up. But fucking anything with legs? That was just something Kurt could never do.

"Are those the only mates?"

Figgins nodded, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "But there are more Intershifters who take more than one mate. During breeding season, I warn you, there may be a lot of public nudity and sex. I suggest you avoid the hallways as much as possible, especially the Betas." Kurt and Brittany nodded. They knew the dangers of being a Beta. They were submissive to all Alphas, whether their true mate or not. Kurt maintained some control over Quinn, being the Alpha of the pack, but if she wanted to, she could easily exert all her dominance over him.

"How many Interwolves are there?" Finn thought to ask, and Kurt glanced at his stepbrother gratefully. Finn was often a little slow on the uptake or very slow-depending on the situation-but he could always be relied on to have his heart in the right place.

"Four. Mercedes Jones, Dave Karofsky, Artie Abrams, and Blaine Anderson." Kurt nodded. That was good. Maybe one of them might be suitable for their pack. But not more. They were only half a pack at the moment, but when they all mated, there would be eight members. Rarely did packs exceed ten members.

"If you are seeking more members for your pack, I suggest seeking Dave Karofsky and Blaine Anderson out separately. They are both Alphas, and competing for their status." Kurt nodded, and shuddered delicately.

"Now I've assigned you all in all the same classes, so your transition to McKinley should be smooth. I suggest you get going to class. I do warn you however, it is October; the hormones in many of our students have increased. As four new Intershifters, many will take an interest in you, and I cannot guarantee whether or not it will be an honest mating."

Kurt couldn't help but snort. As if that would actually happen.

"MINE!"

Kurt trembled, quickly accepting his position behind Finn and Quinn. The four of them had simply walked into the classroom, and a large burly jock had immediately stood up and growled, clearly possessively towards Kurt.

Apparently this was Dave Karofsky, and Kurt had earned his approval. Not that Kurt wanted it. He had heard of one-sided matings before, but he had never experienced one. He had no doubt that this Karofsky fellow clearly felt something for himself, but he felt nothing in return, nothing but fear.

"No, no I don't want this!" Kurt whispered in horror praying that he would not be forced into a mating where he felt nothing. He could not mate with Dave Karofsky; he knew that Karofsky was not his mate. But he was almost positive that his mate was here, somewhere.

He had gone into today with a sense of skepticism, knowing that the chances of finding his mate were one in a billion. But as he had walked closer and closer to his Spanish class, he had smelt it. He had caught the scent of his mate.

Interwolves, taking only one mate in their lives, were born with a particular scent. The very first scent the smelled was that of their true mate. Kurt knew exactly what his true mate smelled like, and vice versa. And above all, he knew that Dave Karofsky was not his true mate. But at the same time he knew what Karofsky was feeling was not hormone driven. Hormones passed after physical contact, but the five people holding him back from jumping over the desk and claiming him right then and there was doing nothing to deter Karofsky.

Suddenly the classroom door was flung open, and someone practically flew through the threshold, and Kurt suddenly found himself tackled to the ground. He was quickly enveloped in the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon, and masculinity, and before he knew it lips were on his, arms were pinning him to the ground, and Kurt's hand instantly reached up to the person's cheek. Kurt had never felt more complete in his life. He had found him. He had found his mate.

Suddenly there was a roar, and his mate was pulled off of him. Kurt's eyes flew open at the lost of contact, and he whimpered, pained that his mate had been dragged away from him. He saw Dave Karofsky's hand fisted into Kurt's mate's shirt.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM ANDERSON! HE IS MINE!"

Anderson. Kurt had mated with Blaine Anderson. His blue eyes met Blaine's, and he knew they conveyed desperation, want, need.

"No!" Kurt said, and began scrambling to Blaine, desperate to be in his mate's arms. "NO! I'm his, I'm his, Blaine is my mate." He was so close to reaching Blaine, when Finn suddenly yanked him into his arms. He did it not a moment too soon, because Karofsky launched at his mate, shifting as he did so, catching Blaine off guard.

Kurt screamed as he saw Dave Karofsky engage a fight with his unprepared mate.

When Kurt saw Blaine change for the very first time, it was a miracle that he did not melt into an instant puddle of goo. He had barely gotten a chance to really look at his mate, but his wolf form was so damn beautiful, it nearly brought tears to Kurt's eyes.

Blaine's fur was dark and curly, his frame large, larger than Kurt's. He was considerably smaller than Dave Karofsky though, which caused fear to shake Kurt to the core. The teacher was ushering the students out of the room, but doing nothing to stop the fight. None of the students looked particularly shocked, rather put out that they could not stay and witness it.

No one bothered trying to remove Finn, Quinn, or Britt from the vicinity, Kurt needed them right now. He was watching his mate in a fight, only moments after meeting him. Unable to stay standing any more, Kurt slid to the ground, his shaky knees giving out.

He watched as Karofsky launched himself at Blaine, but the smaller wolf rolled away just in time. He quickly extended a paw, scratching Karofsky in the face, eliciting a roar of pain from him. But Kurt's feeling of elation quickly morphed into fear, as Karofsky clawed Blaine's backside. The dark wolf yowled in pain tossing his head back and arching his back downwards. This fight was quickly turning deadly, and Kurt was practically paralyzed with fear.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Suddenly everything stop, and all attention turned to the tall, foreboding blonde lady in a red tracksuit. Her eyes quickly scanned the wolves, paused in mid fight, and Kurt huddled on the ground, with his pack surrounding him, offering him silent support.

"Karofsky! Anderson! Shift back, now!"

The boys both did so immediately, easily changing back into their human forms, their clothes adapting to fit back onto their now human bodies. Kurt whimpered as he caught sight of Blaine. Oh god, he was more perfect than Kurt had ever imagined in his wildest dreams.

He had thick dark curls on top of his head, and deep hazel eyes, with flecks of green and gold. His human stature appeared to be shorter than Kurt's, but stockier, more muscular. His face was sharply defined, he had the jaw of a Greek god. His stance was that of an Alpha, and it made Kurt want to submit fully to him. If Blaine told him to jump out a window, Kurt would do so.

Mistaking his whimper, Karofsky took three long strides towards Kurt, and placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Coach Sylvester, he started kissing my mate!" He roared, clutching to Kurt possessively. Kurt moaned in pain, and arousal. His nails were creating long scratches on the linoleum floors. He knew what was happening. He had gone into mating season.

He needed the official mating to take place. He needed to become Blaine's, to be mated to Blaine forever. He knew that he belonged to Blaine, so Karofsky's touch felt like flames on his bare skin. Kurt moaned again, and this time Blaine reacted.

"He isn't your mate you filthy half-breed mongrel!" Blaine snarled out. Kurt knew he should take offense to that, he was a half breed as well. But the low possessive tone of Blaine's voice was nothing short of sexy. Kurt moaned appreciatively.

The woman-Coach Sylvester-looked between them. "You!" She barked, glaring at Kurt. He forced himself to tear his eyes away from Blaine and glance at her for the duration of her question. As soon as she voiced it though, his eyes immediately flew back to Blaine.

"Who is your true mate?"

Without hesitation, eyes still locked on Blaine's, he said with certainty and finality,

"Blaine. Blaine is my mate."

Karofsky roared in fury, and Blaine could no longer contain himself. Letting out a wanton whine, he launched himself at Kurt, only to be grabbed around the collar of his shirt by Coach Sylvester. He glared at her, but she was undeterred.

"Save it wolf boy. I know for a fact that this morning you were mate-less. You're going to have to get his father's permission, and then do the mating process properly. I don't care what other kids do these days, you're doing this the right way."

Both Kurt and Blaine whined in protest, but the coach refused to change her mind. She was clearly a ruthless woman. Had she ever known love? Maybe she had lost her mate. That would probably explain it.

"Wow dude, you're screwed." Finn told Blaine unhelpfully, and Kurt glared at him. The coach turned her attention to Finn, and pointed at him. "You! Frankenteen! Names and species!"

Kurt sighed. Was now really the time for formalities? And did no one read their files? Kurt had spent ages making sure they were written in his perfect penmanship, and every detail was flawless! It seemed like his work had all been for naught.

"Uh, I'm Finn, I'm Kurt's stepbrother. I'm wolf and dog, Quinn's a lioness, Brittany's a cat, and Kurt is cat and wolf."

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt again, and Kurt saw so much love, so much want, it made his knees weak.