To Kill a Wolf Walker || Klance

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A/N: Hello! 👋

I said I would get it out, and here it is! Updates will be even slower than normal because as I'm sure you know, school has been starting for people, and mine started Wednesday. I also have two music classes, a writing class, and a theater class, plus the core academics of English, Biology, and Geometry. Gotta love being a Sophomore.

Thank you to everyone for reading and voting and everything, you guys are truly amazing and I will never stop being grateful for you❤️

Now, on with the story!

C/W: I don't even think there are swears. 

Lance robe on a horse back to the Garrison with a group of soldiers in silence, head hanging low in shame, defeat, sadness. The look of absolute and utter betrayal, hurt, anger, fear, sorrow...hate that crossed over Keith's face and behind his eye shattered Lance's heart. 

He heard the soldiers around him talking about the good job, thanking him for causing a distraction, praising him for being able to gain the trust of a wolf walker, the wolf walker, and not only that but infiltrating their base. Some even rode up to him, clapping him on the back. And each time, each clap, each praise, each smile, made him sick. Made him want to snap and scream at them. Made him want to jump off his horse and run to Keith, setting him free. But he didn't. He put on a fake smile, accepting the praise, the claps, the congratulations. Lance was no fool, he knew to wait, knew to bide his time until the right moment. Keith had taken him hunting a few times, teaching him the art of timing.

The soldiers were still rowdy, excited to hunt the rest of the pack down and put them in cages. Keith began to sir as they were nearing the edge of the forest, his eyes fluttering open as he groaned. Keith pulled at the chains, testing out his mobility, unable to even really move.

One of the soldiers moving on foot by his cage pushed his gun between the bars into the cage, poking Keith with his bayonet in warning. Keith growled, baring his teeth through the muzzle, his violet eyes slightly glowing, pupils turning to slits.

The soldier flinched back, another one stabbing Keith with his own bayonet while he was focused on the first soldier. Keith hissed and thrashed as much as his binds would allow, glaring and hissing and growling at any soldier who got too close, any who poked and prodded with knives and swords and spears. 

"Alright, enough!" Lance had had it, he couldn't stand seeing Keith in any more pain, any more destress than he already was. "Anyone who damages him can explain to the Holt's why." Everyone stopped and moved back from the cage, some ripping off leaves to clean their blades of Keith's blood.

The Holt's had a reputation of being a little...irritable when someone messes with their work. Not that Lance would know, especially not from personal experience of messing with one of Pidge's projects and the little gremlin blowing up at him and getting their revenge tenfold. Nope, definitely not.

As they made it out of the woods and through Lance's home village, people enjoying a night out stopped to watch. He could hear gasps, watching as villagers tried to get a closer look at what was in the cage, hands flying to their mouths when they realized.

"Is that Akira?"

"What are they doing to him?"

"Why is he in a cage?"

"Where are they taking him?"

"What's going on?"

The whispers followed the group as they made their way through village after village until they reached the town of Altea. Everyone openly stared, stopping whatever it was they were doing to stare and whisper and point and gossip.