His head was spinning.

Eyes watering and the excruciating pain at his neck was making it difficult to escape – he was limping, blood dripping off his arm and splattering onto the white snow, tainted it with a visible dark ivory black.

His blood pounding in his ears; he knew with the trail of blood, the creature was bound to catch up to him for an easy prey capture. He pressed on into the winter woods, running on all fours in deep pursuit of shelter.

Kurt ran.

He gripped his shoulder as the winds brushed against his wounds, trying to ease the pain away. He could heal himself or he could kill the beast first; it would take too long to find a place to heal his open wounds and he wasnt going to let the monster off. Not this round.

Not without Cooper trying to stop him.

The snow storm had indeed calmed down but there was still the angry buffeting breeze that pushed Kurt from walking any faster. The snow had grown a few inches deep making it tricky for him to manoeuvre around, wasting more of his energy to trudge through the white blanketed ground.

The snow was white with spots of black blood trailed across.

It was starting to lessen; Kurt grimaced, realizing the beast had finally started to heal: he was confounded though, a Wendingo was supposed to be able to heal itself rapidly but Blaine seemed to be still bleeding. It was no matter, he smirked to himself, he just needed to quicken his pace and he would find Blaine.

Kill him.

But what about Cooper – you left him stranded and abandoned at the cave entrance with him screaming for help and begging you not to slay his younger brother?

Kurt shook his head, willing those guilty thoughts to go away. Cooper was a burden. The contract would be broken but it wasnt a heavy magic contact; it was more worth to find Blaine and eradicate that creature, his angry thoughts unwavering: how dare that monster try to trick him with her voice, how dare it.

Glancing up ahead, he saw broken tree branches scattered on the ground, covering up the blood stained snow. He was close, the Wendigo trying to hide its own tracks from Kurt was a sign of panic – quickly the hunter swiftly placed his bow into his hands, arrow out and ready to fire.

"Come out, Wendigo!" He hissed, smoke wisps escaping his lips, "Im going to show you how I killed her!"

There was a scuttle and flurry of movement to his right.

Agilely, Kurt fired his arrow, blue flames cutting through the buffeting wind and aimed towards the direction of the sound. There was a loud thud as the arrow hit a wooden tree and Kurt frowned – stepping forward slowly he heard a loud squish at the bottom of his shoes.

Curiously, he lifted up his foot only to see that he had apparently crushed a big load of black berries, creating a puddle of ivory similar to the Wendigos blood. At once his eyes widened in realization; was he following the right trail? Was he following a trail of black berry gunk?

He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

It was the middle of winter; the only way for the black berries to be found was through food hiding underground – done by creatures that only came out for the winter, and Kurt was losing time to find the Wendigo: whatever that had hindered his hunt would pay.

Just as the thought crossed his head, there was a loud snuffling noise to his right.

Kurt grimaced and debated his options to flee or fight as he turned evasively towards the sound of branches being trampled upon only to see a pale white wolfs head peeking out from a clump of fallen tree branches, its body hidden behind the mess. Its large exuberant cerulean blue pools staring curiously at Kurt, blinking when it realized that Kurt was glaring largely at it.

Its long white ears flattened on its head just as another wolfs head appeared right next to it; another white wolf with its teeth bared and its azure eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Kurt hissed back angrily. He couldnt believe his luck – he had followed a random trail of black berries to a pack of white wolves and the Wendigo was probably far away from reach, untraceable. He shut his eyes and pinched his nose bridge in frustration, he could still try to give chase but what were the odds?

Before Kurt could growl out in frustration, there was a soft thud and the young boys eyes flew open, his bow aimed and ready to attack only to discover that the noise was caused by both of the wolves, faces down onto the white snow and trying to stand up.

As the wolves struggled to stand up after that expected fall, a wave of realization hit Kurt when his eyes lingered over the body of the wolves – the two heads were sharing one body; much like a…

"Cerberus." He whispered, now his curiosity peeked.

The Cerberus had now managed to stand up; both heads looking very much embarrassed if that was even possible, heads cocked towards Kurt in a defensive stance, its long serpent tail in between its legs but even as the majestic white fur blended in with its surroundings there was something that stuck out like a sore thumb.

A painful looking pink fleshy stump on the furthest left of its neck foretold an agonizing story for all Cerberus creatures had three heads and this one seemed to have lost its third one – hunter, most probably, Kurt noted, detecting the clean cut of the stump probably from a sword. The hunter had certainly got a white wolfs head stuffed and hung out on his or hers trophy cabinet.

It was a rare sight to catch a Cerberus because they were camouflaged by the snow most of the time, their movements very nimble and speedy, but losing a head would mean losing its balance and Kurt couldnt help but glance apologetically at the wobbling Cerberus, still at edge, one of its heads snarling at the brown haired boy.

Kurt stepped back slowly, the creature was not going to harm him at all with its clumsy balance and they were known not to attack humans rather to store berries for the winter – he couldnt help feeling sorry however as he glanced meekly down on his boots, currently swamped in berry juice. He had managed to destroy half of the Cerberuss winter food source and doubted the creature would be able to even move around properly in the snow.

At this point, the Cerberus looked awfully anxious, pacing its paws from left to right, one head watching Kurt with narrowed eyes whilst the other head observing the mess on the floor with much worry.

"Look, Im sorry I was in rush, I didnt mean to step on your food." He managed to blurt out, knowing fully well the Cerberus wasnt going to understand a word he said. Blinded by fury he thought disappointedly to himself, resulting in his eagerness to find the creature he had lost all thoughts to tracking it down properly.

The Cerberus hobbled closer, looking more puzzled now as Kurt stepped back once more, revealing the berry soaked boot to the creature.

His bow stilled, positioned to attack if the creature decided to show any aggression but it had only tip-toed closer to the point that its nose had started to probe Kurts outstretched boot. One head had pressed back at the sight of the arrows tip aimed for it but another head was trying its best to lick the juice off Kurts boot, its pale pink tongue happily lapping on the soles.

Kurt could only try to keep his balance and stay still, confounded by the sight in front of him. His anger had slowly dissipated at the spectacle of the Cerberus, the rare white creature that was thought of extinction. He judged the white wolfish figure, its body slightly smaller than what he had seen in photographs – maybe a young Cerberus.

The Cerberus stopped lapping on his boot and now was seemingly bouncing on its paws as one head looked up shyly at Kurt – the centre one, he noted: the main head whilst the right head was glaring at somewhere else other than Kurt.

As much as he wanted to help the creature Kurt knew he had other things in mind. Placing his foot down, he made a motion to shoo the Cerberus away with his free hand waving it to the centre head who just eyed Kurt bewilderedly before stepping up to sniff his hand.

And then licking it very animatedly.

The hunter couldnt help but grin a little at the amiable look the Cerberus was giving him even after he had probably ruined its dinner. He raised a brow at the other head, who was pointedly glaring at Kurt with quiet dismay.

The centre head looked up at Kurt curiously, moving closer towards the boys left side where there was a huge gash created by the Wendigo. Defensively, Kurt reared back slightly, shielding the bow in front of him just in case the Cerberus decided to attack.

The white beasts immense blue pupils dilated.

Kurt narrowed his own blue eyes at the two-headed monster, waiting for it to either fight or flee. Wendigos were not known to attack other beasts but like many other hunters before Kurt, they had seen Wendigos feed on other monsters in the forest.

The Cerberus had begun to sniff Kurt very furiously, its main head prodding at the brown haired boys bow urgently - asking him to move his weapon aside.

Cautiously, Kurt removed his bow from shielding his left flank, allowing the Cerberuss snout to press up against his side before its long tongue had escaped its mouth and was beginning to lick Kurts wounds very gently. Cerberuses werent known for their healing touch but nonetheless it was helping Kurt to get rid of the scent of blood from other human-blood thirsty beasts like the werewolves.

He had never interacted with any kind of Cerberus before; he had only read books about how they were silent hunters, devoted hell hounds but rarely seen or even touched by humans. He scowled a little at the thought of leaving this wounded Cerberus out in the woods along with Sebastians hunter traps all easily to ensnarl this unbalanced beast.

He felt a bump at his side and saw the creature looking up shyly at him, its tongue stuck out at an odd angle and its big blue eyes filled with an outlandish look of high regard at Kurt. It prodded its snout at Kurts side once more before moving away, sniffing the ground for something.

The chestnut haired boy let out a sigh before silently bidding the beast goodbye – he had another monster to catch but if he didnt have one, he would probably bring the Cerberus home for Burt, whom would be most pleased and interested to see one.

"Be careful of the traps." He muttered to the white wolf before stalking off towards the direction of the cave. He could track from the starting point once again with his mind cleared out, no more anger clouding his vision – though he would probably not find the Wendigo in which he gritted his teeth in frustration; it was the only way –

He was cut off by a loud growl to his left.

Eyebrows raised he glanced at the direction of the sound only to see the Cerberus looking at him before it bit Kurts wrist: or so he thought – the Cerberus had clamped its mouth, careful not to sink its teeth into Kurt and was gently trying to drag him towards the opposite direction.

Narrowing his ice blue eyes, the hunter tried to wrestle his hand away from the beast only to receive a glare and growl from its right head.

"Let go." Kurt warned, his free hand trying to knock off the Cerberuss snout with his bow and glowering back at its head. He managed to tap the muzzle on his wrist and the creature allowed Kurts wrist to be free, the centre head looking at him frantically, its paws digging the ground and gazing up at Kurt with big restless eyes.

There was a long pause as Kurts eyes locked onto the main head of the Cerberus, his brows raised in question.

Was the beast trying to bring him somewhere?

The centre head had begun to look exasperated before it moved to Kurts left side once more and bumped its nose onto the boys wound. It looked up at Kurts inquiring gaze and started to sniff the white snowy grounds before lifting its serpent-like tail and wiggling it at the direction of where it wanted to bring Kurt to.

Something clicked in Kurts mind.

The wound the Wendigo had made – the fact that Cerberuses had a good keen sense of smell; the chestnut haired boy eyed the beast very slowly as it moved forward slightly before turning back, nudging its centre head towards Kurt.

"Are you bringing me to the Wendigo?" Kurt whispered icily, his eyes wide in surprise.

The Cerberus let out a soft "wuff" noise before it tiptoed forward, trying to maintain its balance on its paws before glancing back at Kurt again.

The hunter grinned. He stepped up to the white wolf and ran a hand down its back in grateful thanks, earning himself a happy yip from the creatures main head and a soft snort from its right head. Excitedly the Cerberus moved forward, its two pairs of ears upright and attentive as it begun to sniff the ground with Kurt by its side following it.

"It better not be berries." Kurt snorted to himself.

Unknown to Kurt, Cooper had done his own tracking.

The man was livid and betrayed by his own hired hunter. Kurt had left him behind in the cave, rage fuelling the younger boy to kill his brother – Coopers own brother and had in all sense broken the contract. What had made the young boy filled with so much hate, Cooper didnt know; but he knew one thing – he had to stop Kurt.

He tripped on a large rock and stumbled forward slightly.

Cooper cursed under his breath, glancing around to see that he had followed that long black trail that looked like blood all the way to a frozen lake. He shivered slightly, feeling an icy breeze buffet past him as he kneeled down to observe the blood liquid – pulling out his glove he dipped a finger onto the ivory puddle.

Warm.

Whatever that was leaving this trail was close by. It was probably Blaines, Cooper noted. Or Kurts went the voice in his head; the hunter had acted more like a monster than Blaine had anyway.

Cooper stood up, putting his glove back on and taking a long hard look at his surroundings. It was a long frozen lake that he had passed by before with Kurt whilst tracking Blaine; the one which Kurt had spoken about mermaids living there.

There was a soft rustle of bushes to his left and Cooper whipped around, expecting Kurt.

His heart stopped

Hazel eyes met another pair and Cooper felt all the air escape from his lungs.

"B-blaine?"