Werewolf Lance Stories

Chapter Four

After the week of Lance being stuck in his wold form, the team decided that they would monitor any planets for lunar activity in order to safely let Lance transform. It was about time for Lance to transform, the ache in his bones becoming unbearable. He hesitantly approached Coran and Allura and told them how he was feeling and asked if they would be able to land on a planet for a night. They happily agreed but decided that it would probably be better for him to choose which planet he wanted to land on considering that he knew what would be best for his cycle.

"I think this one looks pretty good," he said after studying the bridge's star map for a while. He swiped the planet over to Allura's console so she could input the coordinates. Before she began creating the wormhole she decided to call the rest of the tea up to the bridge so they would be able to stay with Lance as he transformed.

"Whats up Allura?" Pidge asked as she and the other paladins came through the door.

"We are docking planetside for the night to allow Lance to transform," she announced gesturing over to Lance, who was blushing and curling up slightly in embarrassment. They looked over at him with smiles on their faces.

"Sorry guys," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it Lance, we love you whatever form you're in," Hunk said picking him up in a hug. He grinned and happily snuggled into Hunk's arms.

"Alright, opening wormhole now," Allura announced. They watched as blue flashed in front of the Castle and they travelled through to see another planet. It looked to be a barren planet covered in sand like a dessert, they were in luck as they landed on the day side of the planet so they had a few hours to prepare for Lance's night.

"Is there anything else we need to do to prepare?" Keith asked Lance. He thought for a moment but shook his head.

"I don't think so,"

"So what? We just wait?" Hunk asked coming up behind him and putting his hand on his shoulder. Lance shrugged his shoulders and gave the teen a small smile. Shiro walked in, a few blankets in his arms. He walked over to the two of them and threw the blankets over top of them.

"Shiro," Lance groaned. He laughed and ruffled his hair before walking over to talk to Pidge and Allura. They watched as the sun started lowering in the sky and the colours of red and pink stretched across the sky. Soon enough the moon started rising. Strangely the moon appeared red in the sky and they looked at it in confusion even as Lance started writhing and transforming under the blankets that Shiro brought.

"It's like a harvest moon," Keith said in awe as he looked at the moon. It was much closer to the planet than the moon that orbited Earth.

They switched their attention back to their teammate as his transformation seemed more violent than the last time they saw it.

"Is this normal?" Pidge whispered to Hunk who was nervously wringing his hands together.

"I don't think so," he replied, they could tell that he wanted to get to his knees and comfort the werewolf but wasn't about to ignore his friend's warning. They let out a sigh of relief when he finally stilled and could see his chest heaving up and down for a breath. They immediately started forward ready to comfort and pet him like they did before.

"Hey Lance, are you okay?" Shiro asked crouching low towards him. Lance's eye snapped open and looked over at the approaching figures. Shiro reached out with his galra hand, intending to stroke his ears back like he usually did.

With a loud snarl, Lance leapt up and clamped his teeth down on his cybernetic arm and started trashing it around. Shiro let out a scream and held fast to his upper arm trying to get himself steady. With a loud screech of metal, his teeth ripped through the metal and Shiro flew back in shock. The galra arm dropped from Lance's jaw with a loud snarl and he stalked forward. He jumped forward again, this time aimed at Pidge with teeth and claws bared. A yelp came out of his mouth when Hunk's fist struck him on the side of the head and neck, making him fly away from the ground in a heap.