Werewolf Lance Stories

Chapter Eight

He should've known something was wrong when Shiro stopped trying to seek him out. Everyone knew from the beginning that Shiro was a dog fanatic who missed his dog and was constantly giving him attention. Even if he wasn't Shiro's main source of comfort, there weren't many days where he wasn't loitering by his side waiting for some petting.

The first time it happened was shortly after he was rescued by Keith and made his first appearance from his room. He was standing alone in the bridge going over some of the maps that they received from the blade.

He ran in and trotted over to Shiro's side; his tongue hanging out and tail wagging 100 miles an hour. He pressed his nose into the back of Shiro's leg and sat down waiting for him to turn around. After a few minutes passed, he circled around to the front of him and let out a small bark, but Shiro didn't even look at him. Again, he sat behind him and let out a little whine and nudged him a bit.

"Lance leave me alone!" Shiro finally snapped, looking down at him. Lance's tail stopped wagging immediately and his mouth clicked shut. He let out a confused whine and went forward to sniff him curiously. Shiro was quick to harshly push him away with his knee and he stumbled back.

"I said leave me alone!" He growled as Lance's nose wrinkled at the strange smell that was coming off the man. It was kind of like antiseptic, nothing too strong but strong enough for Lance to detect it.

"I SAID LEAVE!" He yelped and tore out of the room when Shiro stomped in front of him threateningly.

That's how his relationship with the clone went; he didn't transform around him, he didn't walk around the Castle as a wolf, too afraid that Shiro would walk around the corner and spot him.

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The first problem was getting used to Shiro again.

Everyone was waiting anxiously for their leader to wake up. They decided to wait it out on the planet and give him time to wake up before they got going. Usually, Lance would be in his wolf form and snuggling up beside Shiro to keep him warm and comfortable, but after the last couple of months with the clone, he was hesitant to do so.

"We'll let you know when he wakes up," Keith told them.

"Are you sure? We could stay up with you," Lance tried but Keith only sent him a smile.

"It's better if one of us is tired over all of us, I'll be fine," he promised. The reluctantly agreed and curled into their sleeping bags around the fire. Lance shifted and walked over to Shiro hesitantly. He looked up at Keith questioningly and received a small nod and smile in return. Like many times before, he curled up beside Shiro and laid his head on his chest, relieved to feel the chest moving steadily under his chin.

He woke up the next morning to fingers scratching between his ears. Automatically his tail started thumping against the ground and nuzzled down into the warmth. He heard a deep chuckle and opened his eyes, looking right into Shiro's silver ones. He yelped and scrambled away from him, his tail tucked and ears pressed against his head.

"Lance?" Shiro asked in confusion, struggling to push himself up. When he was up, he reached out towards the wolf. Lance knew that this wasn't the Shiro that hurt him, more than anything this was the Shiro that loved him more than everyone else.

He carefully walked forward, watching Shiro with unblinking eyes and sniffed the outstretched hand. There must be something about soul and quintessence because now, Shiro actually smelled like himself. He pushed forward and sat in front of Shiro, his muscles shaking slightly but he was determined not to run away anymore.

He startled slightly at the hands that reached up and smoothed his ears down and glanced up at Shiro. He was biting his lip, his eyes misted up.

"Did he hurt you?" He rasped. Lance looked away from him; he didn't say anything but Shiro knew. "I'm so sorry Lance,"