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Everyone else…yay! We're getting there! Only a few more chapters until what you've all been waiting for (though the fic as a whole is far from over).

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"Come 'ere Moo. Come 'ere, kitty-kitty." Kurt taunted the kitten with a length of string, trying to get it out from under his bureau. "I can't believe you named it Moo Cow."

"She looks like a little spotted cow."

Moo came running out from under the bureau, tagged the string with her paw, and then darted up the side of the bed, digging her claws into the plush fabric. Kurt winced at the tiny pinpricks and snags they left in the fabric, but let it go; fathering a werepup that left teeth marks on anything wooden had altered his perspective on the value of inanimate objects. "Someday, when you get married, I'm telling your partner you are not allowed to name any children you might adopt."

"Harsh, Kurt. We've been dating a whopping three days and you already want to pawn me off on someone else?" David sat on the floor with his back against the door. He could hear Alex snuffling at the crack between the door and the floor on the other side. Every now and then Alex would let out a little whimper, upset that he wasn't being allowed in to play with the kitten. Kurt wanted Moo Cow to get used to the smell of his room before he let Alex play with him. Too much all at once might overstimulate the poor kitten and freak her out.

"We aren't officially dating, yet. Not until I give Wolf a chance." Cow stood poised on the edge of Kurt's bed in a partial crouch, with her butt wiggling in the air, as she stared intensely at the string. She did a flying leap over the edge and landed on Kurt's hand. She batted at the string a few times before running back under the bureau.

"Am I still allowed to kiss you?" Kurt thought that over a minute, his lips puckered in thought, almost teasing David. When Kurt gave him a single, sharp nod with a goofy, childish smile on his face, David crawled across the floor on all fours until he was in front of where Kurt was seated on the floor. David arched his neck up and pecked Kurt on the lips, but was surprised when Kurt deepened the kiss by placing his hands on David's cheeks and pulling him closer. David tried holding back a soft squeaky moan in the back of his throat, but Kurt heard it and returned one of his own.

It was perfect. So very, very perfect.

Until Moo Cow did a flying ninja leap and landed on David's back, digging her sharp little claws into the flesh, to hold on. David grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the pain the tiny needles were inflicting. Kurt just laughed and set to work trying to de-kitten David's back by tugging off one of Cow's paws at a time. Once Cow was back on the ground, David crawled back over to the bedroom door and slowly opened it, grabbing Alex around the waist as he charged through the open crack. Even as David lifted Alex into the air, Alex's feet frantically scrambled, trying to find solid purchase in thin air.

David crawled over to where Kurt had Cow pinned on his back, his fuzzy little paws gripped around Kurt's fingers as he chewed on Kurt. David held Alex over Cow, instantly emphasizing the size difference between the kitten and the pup. Alex, at birth, was already bigger than the two-month-old kitten was now. It was doubtful the kitten would ever weigh as much as the werepup did now.

Alex's ears perked forward and he barked once at Cow. Cow responded by lifting a single paw and swatting him on the nose. Kurt was ready to pull Cow away from Alex, just in case, but was pleased to see Cow's claws were sheathed. Alex was as pleased as possible at the attention from Cow, trying to "grab" at the kitten's paw with his tongue. David placed Alex on the ground and slowly released his hold, so that his hands simply hovered around Alex's middle. Alex lunged forward, straddling Moo Cow so that his front two paws were on either side of the kitten's neck and his rear paws were by Cow's hips. Alex opened his mouth as far as it would go and stretched it around the cat's head. Kurt froze; if he pulled Cow away, he might hurt the kitten. If he didn't, Alex might hurt him. With his maw wide open, Alex made a yawning growl over Cow's head, prompting the kitten to flinch, startled, and whack him on the head with his paw.

Equally shocked, Alex pulled back, closing his mouth, and cocking his head to the side. Cow wiggled away from Kurt's grasp, jumped on Alex's back, nipped him in the back of the neck and scuttled away to hide under the bureau, again. Kurt tried diving down to catch his son and stop him from following after, but David stopped him. "It's ok. They're playing." Once Alex had cornered Cow under the bureau, Cow ran back out, rolled to his back and splayed his paws. Alex took a loose grip on Cow's stomach with his teeth and shook him back and forth. When he released, Cow started purring.

"How do we know if they're playing too hard? It wouldn't take much for Alex to hurt Moo Cow."

David watched Alex trying to figure out how to grasp the kitten by his scruff of his neck and drag him around. The kitten went limp and just let Alex have his way. "I think Cow will let us know if Alex does something he doesn't like. Cow's very vocal about everything. He mewed all last night just because he didn't like the heater running." Alex had managed to drag Cow into what he deemed a desirable position and perched over her, grooming at the back of her head, his tongue dragging over the fur and leaving a trail of pointy, slobbery spikes. It looked like the scene from The Lion King where Sarabi grooms Simba. Moo Cow shut her eyes and purred away.

David watched how sweet and gentle Alex was with the kitten and was very pleased to acknowledge that he wasn't a typical bloodthirsty werewolf.

Kurt looked at Alex cuddling with Cow and smiled at how much Alex reminded him of Wolf.

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As Wolf gained control of his body and awareness of his surroundings, he stretched inside the steel cage. While down on all fours, he reached out as far in front of him as he could, his ears flattened back as he yawned deeply. When he had managed to stretch himself well enough, he scratched at the back of his neck with his rear paw. He kept an eye on Human's father as the older man unlocked the cage door. Wolf shook himself vigorously before taking a step towards freedom, then paused and sniffed at the air; something was horribly wrong here. He stuck his head through the open cage door and sniffed at the concrete of the basement floor. That couldn't possibly be…? He followed the scent over to the chair where Human's father regularly reclined. The scent was strong there. He could smell it…but why?

Human's father eyed him curiously for a moment before something seemed to hit him. "Oh, David got a cat…a kitten. That's what you're smelling."

No, that wasn't right. Though it was interesting to know. He smelled Alex. Why did he smell Alex in the basement? What had his pup been doing here? He could feel a thought niggling at the back of his head, but the harder he focused on it, the fainter the thought became, so he ignored the thought and went back to following his son's scent. He could pick up the scent almost anywhere he sniffed, but the scent was strongest around Human's torture devices. Wolf's fur began to bristle as he growled. He could see it now; he could "see" his son here, with Human. Alex was frightened. Human had been threatening his son with the different weapons. The fear he saw in Alex's eyes, as well as in his - Human's – memories, stirred another memory; his son cowering beneath a bush, quaking violently as he looked up at Human. He could see earlier on in Human's memory; Human had been tracking Alex, using Wolf's own senses to hunt his pup. Wolf shoved passed Human's father as he raced up the basement stairs and into the crisp night air. He had to make certain his pup was ok.

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Wolf charged through the back door of Kurt's house and immediately began his frantic sniffing. He could smell Alex; that was good. But he had to make certain his pup was completely unharmed. Kurt chased after him as he bounded up the stairs to Alex's nursery. It took him a minute to manipulate the doorknob…in fact he may have accidently bent it, but he got in. His son was playing on the floor, chewing on what appeared to be a plastic plate, seemingly unharmed. Alex dropped the toy – a frisbee – the moment he spotted his father. Alex erupted in a barrage of barking as he leapt at his father. Wolf scooped up his son and licked at him frantically. Perhaps Kurt had been able to rescue him from Human? Or Kurt's father. Kurt's father was scary and had a gun. Perhaps he had rescued Alex from Human. It didn't matter, though; Alex was safe. Wolf held Alex close, snuffling at his fur and trying to steady himself with the calming scent of his unharmed son until he got his heart rate back under control.

Kurt seemed a bit taken aback by Wolf's unusual behavior, but said nothing about it. He had more important things to discuss with Wolf. "Wolf, I…well…Alex got out. Like out-out. It took hours to find him. A friend of mine finally found him – nearly a mile away." Wolf looked down at his son and then glanced back at his mate. He wasn't certain how he should react to that. Yes, it was bad that Alex was unsupervised…but he was a werewolf; it was understandable that he'd want to get outside once in a while. Kurt should have been doing a better job to meet Alex's needs as a wild predator, instead of freaking out every time Alex looked out the window. The only time Wolf could remember ever seeing his pup outside was the time he had taken him out and then Kurt had bitched him out for it. "It just seems like everyone's there for Alex but you. I told you about my postpartum depression and, well it is getting better, but it feels like everyone has been helping me out but you. I don't care abut why you can't stick around after the full moon ends; I need you to be there. I need you to stick around for Alex and me. He's your son, but you're not a father to him. I need you to be there in the morning or…or we can't do this anymore."

Wolf puzzled that over in his head. Kurt needed him to stay there after the full moon…but he wouldn't be there after the full moon: it would be Human. And Human was the last thing Kurt and Alex needed in their lives. A dangerous, violent, insane unhuman-hunter was the worst thing to be around a baby werepup. Kurt just didn't understand. Wolf licked at Kurt's cheek and went back to playing with his son.