He had dreamt. He never dreamed. Sure there had been a few instances where human had had such powerful, vivid nightmares that they had bled through to Wolf's consciousness when the full moon came, but never before could he recall truly dreaming.

Not that it was a bad dream or anything.

He had dreamt of mating with Kurt, only it was different than it ever had been in the waking world. First of all, the hands that had so lovingly caressed and worshipped Kurt's body were not the tapered, rough and padded claws of a werewolf. They were the pink, fleshy, rounded fingers of a human. And they had kissed. Kurt would never permit Wolf to kiss him; he barely allowed Wolf to lick his face; the idea of kissing Wolf, their tongues intermingling, somewhat disgusted Kurt.

He wondered about the dream. Did the dream mean anything? Did his mind subconsciously yearn to be with Kurt as a human? In the same way a human could be with Kurt? Or was it because of Kurt's request the previous night: that Wolf stay with him in the morning as a man? It was an impossible request, but it had still weighed heavily on Wolf. He hated not being able to be there for his mate and child.

He couldn't focus too much of his energy on unraveling the meaning of the dream; he had a mate to get to: a mate that would probably be mad after his inability to stay the previous morning.

xoxoxo

He didn't have the same sense of urgency going up the stairs to the second floor of the Hummel household as he had the previous night. He climbed up the stairs on all fours; it was just easier for him inside on all fours. While walking on two legs, he came closer to the tops of the doorframes than he was comfortable with.

Kurt waited at the top of the stairs, unsure how to hold himself. His arms were folded across his chest, but decided that looked too standoffish, so he relaxed his posture a bit and placed a hand on his hip and one on the banister. Wolf brushed up against him affectionately as he passed by, rubbing his flank against Kurt's side. Kurt smelled good. He had a faint, warm, earthy musk about him. He smelled the same way he did after they had sex, only to a much smaller degree. Wolf smiled internally, thinking about the fact that Kurt had probably masturbated earlier. Wolf pressed his head against Kurt's stomach, a low rumbling purr-like growl bubbling up through his chest. Kurt stepped back, placing his hands firmly on Wolf's shoulders to keep him away.

Wolf moved back and stood. Towering over Kurt, he lowered his muzzle to Kurt's neck and began nuzzling against him. Again Kurt pushed him away. Wolf let out a high-pitched whimper that went up at the end, an obvious question, even if Kurt couldn't translate it.

"I gave you one last chance. You weren't there in the morning. You and I?" Kurt gestured to the empty air between himself and Wolf. "We're over." Wolf pulled back slightly; he knew Kurt would be upset with him, but he hadn't expected that. What did Kurt mean by 'over'? He couldn't possibly mean over-over. "I'm not going to forbid you from seeing your son, but you and I are no longer 'you and I.'" Wolf whimpered, trying to tell Kurt wordlessly that he didn't want them to not be together. Kurt was his mate. You couldn't just toss that aside.

Kurt refused to look at Wolf, instead, looking down and to the side, his arms wrapped protectively around himself. "Maybe someday, when you're ready to let me into your life we can be together again. But for right now, it obviously isn't working out." Wolf moved in closer to Kurt; Kurt backed up. Wolf wasn't sure how to properly communicate his wants to Kurt. Wooing Kurt had been so easy; the attraction had been instantaneous and mutual. Words hadn't been necessary. Wolf brought his face in close to Kurt's and made very careful calculated eye contact. Kurt kept his eye contact for a moment before blinking and looking away. Wolf ran his tongue up Kurt's cheek. He knew Kurt didn't particularly like being licked, but he couldn't think of a better way to show Kurt affection at the moment. "Even if I were able to forgive you for not being there for me and Alex…it's too late." Kurt raised his eyes; a sheen of water glossed over them. "There's someone else."

Wolf cocked his head to the side. He didn't really understand. What did Kurt mean 'there's someone else'? Had someone else convinced Kurt to leave Wolf? Was it Kurt's father? Wolf knew Kurt's father didn't really approve of him, but that had never seemed to bother Kurt before. "He's always been there for me and Alex. He was even there when Alex was born; he delivered Alex, you know? He was also the one that found Alex when Alex went missing." Wolf really had no idea what Kurt was talking about; where was he going with this. "He loves us both and takes care of us. Someday…when things blow over a bit, I'd like for you to meet David, "Wolf felt his hackles raise at the name. "You have a right to meet someone that's so important in your son's life. Right now, though, I think we should all wait until things have settled a bit." David… Human.

Wolf's 'memories' started to make sense. Human had obviously found out about Wolf's mate and child somehow and had gotten in good with them. Why though? What was his purpose? He was obviously close enough to hurt them at any point he chose; was he trying to hurt Wolf, first? That had to be what he was doing: intentionally driving Kurt and Alex away from Wolf to hurt him since he couldn't hurt him directly. But now that he had succeeded in tearing their little family apart, what would be his next goal? That couldn't be his endgame. He had to have designs on hurting Alex; Human hated werewolves. He couldn't possibly just let Alex continue to exist. Baby werewolves grew into full-grown werewolves. As far as Human was concerned, full-grown werewolves were only good for target practice.

Wolf's dream came back to him: large human hands caressing his mate. Kurt smelled of sex. Kurt and Human had had sex! Wolf's ears flattened back against his head. A growl he couldn't control escape from his throat. Kurt, mistaking himself for the target of Wolf's anger backed away until he was farther down the hall, closer to the nursery than the stairs. Wolf wasn't interested in Kurt right now, though. He loved Kurt; Kurt obviously just didn't understand that Human was manipulating him. It wasn't Kurt's fault; he just didn't understand. Human was to blame. Wolf wanted Human to hurt. Turning around, Wolf leapt down the stairs and out the back door.

Burt Hummel watched as Wolf ran out of the house and then dashed upstairs to check on Kurt. "What the hell is going on?"

Kurt looked dazed and confused and slightly panicked. "I told him about David. He didn't take it well. I…I think he might be going after David…Oh my god. Dad, can you watch Alex? I have to get to David."

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David wasn't picking up his cell phone. Kurt hadn't stopped trying to call since he had jumped into his vehicle. It just kept going to voicemail. There was no way David was that heavy of a sleeper. He had to know Kurt was trying to get in touch with him. Why wasn't he picking up? David's house bordered the Redzone, just as Kurt's did, making it that much easier for Wolf to get to David's house. Was it too late? Had Wolf already gotten there? Wolf was fast but was he really that fast?

xoxoxo

He wanted Human to hurt, but how could he do that? The only way he could really hurt Human would be to kill himself, which he wasn't nearly desperate enough to do. He could, of course, hurt Human's father, but he felt too much loyalty to the kindly man that watched over him during his change. Not to mention he wasn't as evil as Human. He wouldn't hurt innocent people just to hurt Human, as Human was doing to him. Wolf wandered about the woods, randomly slashing at thick tree trunks with his claws while he thought. There wasn't much Wolf knew of that Human truly cared for. He had no true friends, Wolf wouldn't hurt Human's father, what could he do to Human to send a clear message to Back. Off?

xoxoxo

Kurt didn't even bother to park properly; his SUV had dug shallow ruts into the lawn in front of the Karofsky house. He banged his fists against the front door of, trying to get someone's attention. Anyone's. It took a few minutes, but a very disheveled looking Paul opened the front door. "Kurt?" Paul blinked in confusion as he stared at the lithe teen at his front door. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's David?"

"David? I…I think he's at a friend's." Paul was gradually starting to wake up. He couldn't exactly tell Kurt that David was currently indisposed due to the fact that he was a werewolf and was out hunting in the Redzone. He could tell Kurt that David was sleeping, but judging by Kurt's current state of panic, he would insist on seeing him.

"David's in danger and he isn't picking up his cell phone."

That woke Paul up. "What do you mean he's in danger?"

"Wolf found out David and I are dating – oh, crap, you weren't supposed to know about that. Anyway, surprise, your son is gay and we're dating, but you're a sensible person, so that shouldn't really matter to you, what should matter is the fact that Wolf is very angry right now and I think he might try to find and hurt David."

Paul's mouth opened and closed slowly, like a fish's, as he tried to process what Kurt was saying. David was gay – he was...he was surprisingly ok with that. He was dating Kurt – ok, that was fine. Kurt was a good kid. "Who's Wolf?"

"Wolf is my ex – Alex's father. I think he's really upset that I left him for David, even though that's not really how it happened. Wolf just wasn't there for Alex and me. I was going to leave him, either way. But David and I cared about each other so…it just happened."

Paul nodded, made sense…kind of. "Who's Alex?"

Now Kurt was starting to feel confused. Didn't David ever talk to his father, or did Paul just not pay attention. "Alex. My son."

Paul cocked his head to the side. "You have a son?"

"David didn't tell you?"

Paul frowned and shook his head; he would have remembered that. "No…he told me you left school because of bullying; he told me you were dating a vampire and then another unhuman; he told me he was tutoring you; he told me you got a puppy."

"I didn't 'get a puppy'. That 'puppy' is my son. Alex. He's a werewolf pup." Kurt was going to have to have a nice long talk with David later.

Paul felt his heart clench. "What?"

"I know you probably hate werewolves after what happened to your wife, but Alex is a good boy. He won't be dangerous; he won't be evil like the werewolf that killed your wife."

Paul closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear it so he could focus on everything Kurt was telling him…everything his son had failed to tell him. "I…I think you should come in, Kurt."

"We need to get in touch with David: tell him he's in trouble. I'm not sure how good of a tracker Wolf is, but I don't doubt for a second he'll be able to follow David's scent to wherever he is right now."

Paul waved his hand vaguely through the air. "David will be fine. Trust me. We need to t-" A loud crash from somewhere else in the house cut off Paul and distracted them both. "Fuck." Paul went towards the kitchen and opened a door that Kurt had always assumed was just a closet or pantry. On the other side of the door was a set of stairs going down. Paul followed them to the basement with Kurt close behind.

When Kurt saw Wolf in the basement, the basement door ripped open and off its hinges, he pushed in front of Paul, protecting the middle aged man from his son's father. "Wolf! Please don't do this! If you hurt a human the authorities will arrest you or kill you. Please. I don't want anyone to get hurt." Wolf looked at Kurt, his eyes narrowed. Kurt had come to protect Human; no one needed to tell Wolf that for Wolf to know it was true. How could Kurt be so blind? Human was using him! Wolf grabbed the top of what looked like a shark cage and pulled, ripping it from the walls, concrete spraying into the air as the metal anchors that had fastened it into the wall pulled free. Next, Wolf smashed his fist through a glass display case. Guns, knives and weapons Kurt couldn't even begin to identify clattered to the floor amidst the shards of glass.

"What is this place?" Kurt felt a little more at ease once he saw that Wolf was intent on destroying things and not hurting people. He allowed himself a brief glance around the room; it looked almost like a torture chamber, with metal chains hanging from the walls, weapons and metal instruments of all kinds proudly displayed (until Wolf smashed them, at least). Why did this place exist? What was its purpose?

Kurt shook his head and reminded himself that there were more important things to worry about right now. Just because Wolf was destroying things right now, didn't mean he wouldn't try to hurt David when David got home. "Wolf, please. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Please don't hurt David. I know you're angry, but hurting David will just hurt me and Alex."

"He isn't going to hurt David, Kurt."

Turning around to face Paul and question his assertion, he heard the unmistakable chk-chk of a shotgun being loaded. "Please, Paul, don't." Paul raised the shotgun and aimed it at Wolf, making sure to slide over to the side so that Kurt was nowhere near the path of the shotgun.

"He isn't going to hurt David." Paul fired off the shotgun, the explosion of noise causing Kurt to clamp his hands over his ears and hunch over on himself. When Kurt was certain that he was unharmed, he turned to check on Wolf. Wolf was on his knees on the ground. His chest was a splattering of red blood and shredded flesh. Wolf's ears were down and he stared sadly at the mess on his chest. Wolf was looking weaker and weaker. When the last of his strength failed him, Wolf collapsed to the ground and slowly shut his eyes. "It won't kill him. Smith and Wesson figured out a way to make shot with mercury centers. His body can more or less instantly fix up all the damage, but once his body breaks down the initial shot and gets to the mercury centers, it sends his immune system into complete overdrive to the point that everything else goes into hibernation mode. He'll be asleep for a few hours while he heals."

Kurt was in shock. There was no other word for it. Seeing Wolf's chest so…so ravaged. "You shot him."

"He'll be fine, Kurt."

"You shot him."

Paul kneeled down on the floor by Wolf's prone body, careful to avoid stepping on the broken slivers of glass. Taking Wolf's shoulder's in his hands, Paul flipped him over onto his back and laid him out flat on the floor. Kurt could see that some of the skin had already started healing up relatively nicely. "He'll be fine. He won't even hurt in the morning."

"No…but now he's going to be extra pissed. Tomorrow is the last night of the full moon. What's going to stop him from going after David then? Or you?"

"I told you Kurt: he isn't going to hurt David." Kurt was about to open his mouth and demand how Paul could possibly know that when Paul continued. "He is David."