Werewolf Lance Stories

Chapter Three

Usually Lance could control when and where he wanted to transform but like the cliched werewolves in fairy tales, he would transform during a full moon. As soon as he could feel the change stirring in his bones, he notified his team. What he didn't expect was Allura telling him that the moon and sun on this planet worked on seven-day cycles and that he was going to be trapped in his wolf form for the next seven days.

"Why did we stop here?" He wailed with panic. Allura tried to calm him fruitlessly. He helplessly paced around the bridge of the ship as he watched the sun begin to set behind the planet's clouds. He nervously started chewing on his fingernails.

"Can't you shift before the moon rises?" Pidge asked curiously coming to stand by his side. He didn't stop biting his fingers as he swiveled his head to face her. He shook his head before looking back out of the Castle's screen.

"No, I lose the ability to shift on my own as soon as the sun starts setting before a full moon," he explained. She only nodded and gently patted his back in sympathy.

"Is there anything we should be worried about before you shift?" Shiro asked joining the two of them. Lance thought for a moment before he turned to face his leader.

"Whatever you do don't touch me while I'm transforming, I'll be in a lot of pain because it's forced and I probably won't realize where I am until after," he stated, looking into Shiro's eyes to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. He gulped but nodded in understanding. Lance turned to the rest of them, waiting for their acceptance as well.

"What's going to happen?" Keith asked. He crossed his arms and stood beside Shiro and regarded Lance with slightly worried eyes.

"I'll probably be disoriented for a little bit, and I might not be able to stand or walk for a bit afterward," he said with a wince, remembering all the forced transformations he had over the course of his life.

"Don't worry though, I'll be good after about an hour," he said trying to lighten the mood of the others.

"I don't like this," Hunk said simply coming up to rest his arm around Lance's shoulders. Lance sighed and leaned his head to rest it on Hunk's chest.

"I don't either but it's a part of my life," he replied with a huff.

"Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable?" Coran suggested gaining the attention of the paladins. They looked to Lance, who was busy watching as dusk steadily crept closer. He nodded and started towards the doors. He's done this dozens of times, how bad could it possibly be?

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Bad.

It's bad.

How could he have forgotten how horrible it really was?

He writhed on the floor of the lounge, clawing at his chest, and arms. Anywhere he could reach. He felt blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. Tears trekked down his face in agony and broken whimpers and wails escaped his mouth.

"Are you sure we can't do anything?" Pidge asked tears in her eyes as she watched her brother squirm on the ground in pain.

"You heard him, he said not to touch him," Keith grunted back. He wanted to look away from the scene but felt compelled to watch in case something happened to Lance. Shiro put his hand in her hair to offer her some sort of comfort, while the other went to Hunk's shoulder who was already quietly weeping.

They winced when they heard the sounds of bones snapping and clothes tearing. They watched fascinated as Lance's features changed in front of their eyes and fur quickly grew out of his skin. It was only a few minutes later that Lance stopped twitching and laid still in front of their eyes.