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 Lance realized too late that Galra could scent out werewolves. He was always a little confused when the Galra seemed more cautious about hurting him than everyone else but, he just chalked it up to his imagination. Until now that is. When Lance thought he was about to die, Sendak just turned away and said “We don’t hurt kits.”

 That got Lance a lot of strange looks before everyone else realized ‘oh shit he only meant Lance we gotta fight.’ You could imagine how much Lance’s little heart was flopping all over the place with almost being ratted out by the fricking GALRA. Even though he could hear his pulse race in his ears, he continued to fight. The battle was over fairly quickly because despite Lance fighting them, they put up no fight against him.

 As they walked back to their common room of sorts, Lance could practically hear the barrage of questions that would be thrown at him. He clenched his teeth together to hold in a whine. He was certain that if he had his ears out they would be lying flat against his head. He took a seat on the couch along with everyone else while Shiro and Allura discussed the mission. Luckily, no one needed to be put in a pod. They all made it out with a few scratches at most.

 Their was a brief silence after Allura and Shiro stopped talking before everyone turned to look at Lance. He curled into himself a little bit, barely suppressing a whimper. Pidge was the first to speak, “What was Sendak talking about back there?” Ever the inquisitive mind, Pidge leaned forward to clearly hear Lance.

 “I-I d-don’t know...” he fiddled with his hands and stared at the floor. 

 “Lance you’re terrible at lying.” Hunk, his best friend, who always knew when Lance was hiding something just had to rat him out like that. Lance knew that Hunk had always been suspicious of Lance being something other than human, and now he was worried that Hunk would share such suspicions with everyone else. 

 “Okay fine I know exactly what he was talking about.” Keith raised an eyebrow and Shiro gave him an expression that said ‘go on’. “I just really don’t feel comfortable telling everyone.”

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 Everyone groaned.

 “Lance, I’m sure that you sharing something about yourself won’t change how we view you.” Allura had her hands folded and her lap and she gave him a pointed stare. He fidgeted in his seat.

 “You don’t know that princess.” He glares at her and the room is shocked at the amount of hostility coming off of him.

 She put her head in her hands. Letting out a sigh and sitting back up she said “I promise not to hate you if you’re part Galra Lance.” He scrunched his eyebrows together.

 Just as he realized what she thought was happening the others nodded. “Wait wait wait- I’m not fricking Galra guys!” They all looked at him in confusion.

 “Then why did Sendak call you a ‘kit’?” Keith raised. Lance sighed.

 “I’m a... uh... I’m a werewolf.”

 Instead of the screams and running like he expected, they all just burst out laughing, save the alteans who stared at him in confusion. “Why are you all laughing at me?” Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes.

 His team didn’t seem to notice the look of distress on his face.

 “Very funny Lance, we all know werewolves aren’t real.” Shiro said after he stopped laughing. Lance blinked back his tears and sighed realizing that of course, no one would believe him.

 The alteans shared confused glances before Coran asked, “What’s a werewolf?” The paladins stopped laughing and turned to the alteans, realization flashing on their faces.

 “Werewolves are fairytale creatures on earth, typically a person who turns into a wolf during a full moon.” Hunk explains using wild hand gestures. Coran and Allura nodded before once again sharing confused glances.

 “But why wouldn’t they be real?” Allura asked.

The paladins started laughing again. “Werewolves are stories that someone made up to make sure children don’t wander away from their parents. Much like all of the other so called ‘monsters’ that people have made up.” Pidge said.

 Lance sighed. “Actually Pidge Werewolves are very much real, and we are definitely a valid reason for children to stay near their parents.” No one missed the way that Lance bristled whenever someone mentioned werewolves being fake, but they figured he was just a good actor.

 Then again he’s never gone this far for a joke before. “If you don’t believe me I can ask Coran to give you proof.” The paladins thought this over before nodding. They figured that if Lance wanted to pretend he was a werewolf then Coran would prove him wrong and all would be done with. That is, until his dna didn’t match up with a normal humans.

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 The comparison between Lance’s dna and Hunk’s put the paladins off. At first, they thought Lance had asked Coran to show fake results or something but, upon Pidge hacking into the system and searching for any signs of it being fake, they found nothing. Lance was disgusted that they thought he would go so far for a ‘joke’. It left him to wonder what else they thought he was lying about.

 Lance hoped that once they realized he was telling the truth that they would be excepting. That was not the case. He could tell that they still didn’t totally believe him, so he offered to transform. When everyone said the confirmation he started to shift. He always hated the feeling of shifting, even if only to his partial form. It hurt like hell and made him scream like a wild banshee.

 His ears were replaced with wolf ears, although one was slightly flopped over like a German Shepherd puppy. His canines turned sharp and long and he sprouted a fluffy tail. His icy blue eyes melted into a bright red. He looked around and saw everyone’s faces filled with shock and- his heart skipped a beat. Fear. They were looking at him like he was a monster. Well, considering werewolves were supposed to eat people and burn down villages he couldn’t really blame them but, he had grown to think of them as a replacement pack. It hurt to see them afraid of him.

 His ears pressed against his head and they took a step back from the sudden movement. “Guys I’m not gonna hurt you! Please don’t be scared.” A tiny whimper escaped him as Hunk shook his head and left the room, Pidge quickly following. Keith pulled out a knife and Lance shuffled backwards. 

 Thankfully, Shiro put a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Don’t hurt him yet. If he doesn’t make the right decision you can do as you please.” Keith looked up at Shiro incredulously before he shrugged and left. Shiro turned back to Lance.

 “I expect you to be gone within 2 days.” 

 With that, Shiro left too.

 Lance turned around to look at Coran and Allura who were staring after Shiro with anger and confusion respectively. Coran walked up to Lance and pulled him into a hug. “Nothing is wrong with you m’boy. While the others may be surprised I’m sure that the shock will wear off and then they will apologize.” Lance shook his head.

 “I’m not so sure.”

 Allura walked over to them. “While they may not accept you for whatever reason, they do not have the right to kick you out of my castle. You shall stay here for as long as you want no matter what the black paladin may say.” Lance had never heard Allura speak ill of Shiro, nor had he ever heard her use such a hostile tone of voice. He nodded and she pulled him into a hug as well.

 He whimpered at the comfort she gave off and she squeezed him tighter. “We can move you further away from the other and closer to us if you wish.” She suggested. He nodded and snuggled into her neck. She didn’t seem to mind his affection so he decided that he could seek comfort from her as well as Coran. The older man scratched behind Lance’s ear before leaving the common area to switch Lance’s room.

 After a few minutes of Lance soaking in Allura’s warmth he pulled away from her. “Thank you for not hating me. I don’t know what I would do if everyone hated me.” She just gave him a sad smile pet his hair. His tail wagged a little and he blushed. 

 Allura smiled fondly at him, “You remind me of my puppy Ali.” She let out a giggle that caused Lance to start laughing, soon they were both laughing and trying to stay standing up.

 “Seriously, thank you ‘lura.”

 “Always Lance.”

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 Coran honestly couldn’t say he was surprised when a giant grey-blue wolf walked up to him while he was working on the ship. He let out a little sigh and scratched the wolf’s ears. “Hey Lance. Did someone bother you again?” The wolf just let out a little snort and sat down, still being equal height with Coran. He had to hold back a giggle when Lance started rubbing his head under Coran’s chin.

 Whenever Lance was in wolf form he would walk up to Allura or Coran and start rubbing all over them. At first the alteans were confused by his actions but they soon realized that he was ‘marking’ them as his pack.

 While Coran was reminiscing Lance knocked the wrench-like tool Coran was holding out of his hands. The wolf then picked up the tool and bounded a few steps away before turning and waving his tail. The older male rolled his eyes fondly as he started a game of fetch with Lance (after moving away from fragile equipment of course). The man hadn’t felt so young in a long time and he lost himself in the joy of playing with Lance.

 Until Pidge walked in that is. She looked at Lance as though he was a monster and Coran definitely noticed the wolf’s tail stop wagging and him hanging his head down in shame. Pidge just scoffed and breezed past them, grabbing her computer and leaving, not before throwing a hateful glare at Lance. Coran moves over to a small couch and patted his lap. Lance partially shifted back having his ears and tail out before walking over to Coran.

 The altean just let Lance hide his face in the older man’s neck and held the young werewolf. Coran had immediately noticed how young everyone was to be fighting in a war. If he could have let them go he would have. The fact that they were alienating Lance for something so stupid made his blood boil. Lance was the youngest of the group aside from Pidge, and the boy grew up with a huge family. Coran knew what being so far from home felt like and it was a terrible feeling. He wouldn’t wish it upon his worst enemy and yet here were these children being on the other side of the universe from their home fighting a war.

This wasn’t even their war to fight. As far as Coran knew, Earth wasn’t a target for the Galra. He knew that most of the paladins were just taking out their stress on the announcement that Lance made but, that didn’t make it justified. Lance wasn’t even an adult in the laws of anywhere Coran knew of. On Altea, the boy wouldn’t even be old enough for a part-time job. But of course, Altea was gone. Along with Coran and Allura’s families and the paladins innocence.

 Some people say a child’s innocence is taken away as soon as they learn about a gun or a war. Fighting on the frontline of said war will rip a child to pieces. Coran’s afraid that the children are already losing themselves. Everyone had bags under their eyes, if you snuck up on one of the paladins you might get a knife to the throat.

 A soft whimper snapped Coran out of his thoughts. Lance had fallen asleep on him. The altean patted Lance’s head until the boy’s face softened. Coran laid his head on top of Lance’s and slowly dozed off with one thought.


 This was going to be a very long war.

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 The soft thump of his paws sounded like a police siren. The soft nightlights burned his retinas. The air around him was dry and rubbed his fur the wrong way. He felt drowsy and he could barely keep his head up as he walked around the castle.

 It was the night after an intense battle. His human form was too injured for him to be in so he switched to his wolf form to speed up the healing process. He flopped down on the floor and immediately regretted it as the sound it made burst in his eardrums, his body had long turned numb. He curled in on himself and closed his eyes hoping it would help the burning feeling go away.


 When Keith started walking to the training room because he couldn’t sleep, the last thing he expected to see was a giant wolf laying on the ground whimpering. He had never actually seen Lance in his wolf form, only heard descriptions from the others. His heart wrenched at the wail Lance let out when the lights automatically turned on sensing Keith. He moved to help Lance before he shook his head, he’s a monster. He doesn’t deserve your help. Leave him alone. 

 Keith rolled his shoulders and walked away, missing the longing look Lance sent after him. Lance didn’t mind though, he was a monster.


 Despite everything that Coran and Allura said Lance was losing himself. He could feel his certainty that he and his family weren’t monster slipping away. Even if they didn’t kill people they were still bad because they weren’t normal right? But then, he did kill people. Every single day Lance killed hundreds of people and robots. The others did that too, but it was different because Lance was technically related to them right? Who’s to say he isn’t part Galra? Maybe werewolves were just mutations of the Galra gene...

 If he went to the Galra would they except him?

 He shook his head and closed his eyes again, hoping that he could sleep despite the pain he was in. Even though he told himself he would never go over to the Galra, he still decided it would be best if he left. As soon as he was fully healed, he would leave and then send blue back to the castle. It would be easy for them to find a new blue Paladin, blue was always the most adaptable lion.


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 He was finally able to safely go back to his human form. He walked into the kitchen hoping no one would be there at such an ungodly hour. He blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he quickly started packing rations that would last him for a while. He had debated with himself for hours on whether or not he should tell Allura and Coran and despite how much it would hurt him to leave his kin, he knew it was for the better if they didn’t know.

 He would just leave in the middle of the night, find a planet or moon, and return blue. He heard a growl in the back of his mind but he pushed it down with a muttered ‘not now blue’. He could sense her discomfort and it put him on edge. He rolled his shoulders and continued grabbing food and water pouches. As soon as he had an amount he deemed reasonable he scurried to the lions’ hanger.


Blue stared down at him. Black stared down at him. Red stared down at him. Yellow stared down at him. Green stared down at him. 

 He was terrified.

It wasn’t as though he expected Blue to let him leave super easily but, he wasn’t counting on all five lions crowding and trapping him. He crouched down a little bit and his his throat, because even though he trusted blue with his life all of his instincts were screaming at him to run and not submit.

 Just as he was about to run, he felt a wave of calm wash over him and he almost flopped onto the floor with how peaceful it made him feel. Everything he had been dealing with fizzled out and his mind went perfectly blank, filling with white static. It took him a while to figure out that there were four more presences in his mind then he was used to. The normal three, his human persona, his wolf, and blue, the latter two were perfectly fine with the envasion so he figured that he could trust the new presences.

 “Blue cub, we all need you to stay.” The voice was similars to blue’s but it was deeper and just radiated power. When he looked up at the lions he realized that they had all moved and were now forming a semi-circle in front of him. Black’s eyes were glowing so Lance figured the voice was her. But, that doesn’t make sense. Black is Shiro’s Lion, she shouldn’t be able to communicate with Lance. 

 “Cub you are able to communicate with all lions. We have recognized the way our paladins treat you and we know it’s unacceptable. You are the most important cub you can’t just leave us.” 

 He sighed. He realized that the soft comforting voice was much like Hunk’s used to be and figures that it was yellow speaking. He shook his head to try and clear the headache forming. “There is no way I’m staying here. I won’t sit through this anymore. Heck you could all come with me if I’m that ‘important’ but I’m not staying.”

 Despite the fact that giant sentient robots were talking to him in his mind, he was mostly confused by how they seemed to be considering his offer. “If you really wish to leave cub, then we shall go with you. We can’t lose you.” 

 He blinked rapidly and just stared at black in shock. The fact that she would even SUGGEST leaving her paladin left him astounded. He wasn’t even that important, surely anyone could replace him. He felt a rumble in the back of his mind, something between a growl and a comforting purr, come from blue. He walked over to her and she nudged him with her nose.

 “Love you too, Blue.”

 He turned back to the other lions and puts his head in his hands. “Guess we’re going on a road trip.” He felt chuckles roll of the lions and smiled, this was going to be hell when the others found out.

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 He couldn’t leave immediately, that much was obvious. He snuck around when no one was paying attention and the lions worked on slowly severing their connections with their paladins. To make sure the lions wouldn’t be tracked down by Allura, Lance disabled all of the tracking devices Pidge had implanted in them.

 Because he had to plan on all of the lions coming with him and never coming back, it took a week longer than he wanted it to for him to leave. The night was dark and still and the air was so dry Lance could barely breathe. He hurried into Blue and sighed at the familiarity she gave him. The lions all pulled on their connections with him and ‘woke up’ in a way. He felt terrible about leaving behind his kin and he hoped that they wouldn’t try to contact him. He didn’t know what he would do if their efforts worked and he had to be faced against them.

 This was basically the thing that he always promised himself he would never do. There’s a load of rumbles in his head and he chuckles softly. He knows the lions will not leave him even if he begs them to, believe him he’s tried. It wouldn’t do the paladins any good to be missing ALL of their lions. They slowly leave the castle, trying to make as little noise as possible. As soon as they leave the vicinity of the castle, the lions took off, startling Lance and making him almost fall off his seat.

 “BLUE!” He screams indignantly but blue just laughs at him. 

 ‘Perrito, we love you but, you need to get used to us tossing you around.’ 

 He huffs at green, “Just because you call me cute names and speak Spanish with me doesn’t mean I’ll be less salty with you green.” He can practically hear her roll her eyes.

 They slow down and just travel through space. Lance had a planet that he figured would be good to live on but, it was very far so the lions decided it would be, as Lance stated earlier, a ‘road trip’. He was planning on stopping by a planet for a little bit so that the lions could recharge when he got a distress signal. He was prepared for something along the lines of a small planet needing help against the Galra and hands yada yada.

 What he most definitely did not expect was the signal to be from the Galra. It had seemed as though they already knew that he left because it was requesting him specifically. He felt dread rear it’s head. There was no way he could take the Galra on by himself. He was definitely regretting his decision to leave. 

 The signal wasn’t far away at all and he was shaking with anxiety. Instead of a giant command ship or something, the only thing he found that had a Galra signature was an escape pod. He sighed in relief, it was probably just a prisoner who had escaped and didn’t know what to do. He stopped at the nearest planet and responded to the signal, soon enough the pod had landed next to him. He forgoed putting on his armor and stepped out of blue. 

 The last person/creature/thing he expected to see was the older, male version of Pidge. He tried to think back to what Pidge’s brothers name was. “Are you Matt Holt?” The guy looked at him like he was crazy.

 “How do you know my name? Did the Galra send you?”

 He noticed the panic in the man’s voice and quickly shook his head, “I know you’re sister. She’s a paladin of Voltron- you- she’s been looking for you for so long. You have to get to her!” Lance talked quickly barely remembering to breathe because Jesus Christ he just found Pidge’s brother! 

 “What is she doing our here?” He looked at Pidge’s older- Matt, and sighed. Of course he didn’t want his sister fighting in an intergalactic war.

 “That’s my fault, sorry. I found blue on earth and we kind of just... left?” 

 Matt nodded before looking at the lions and realization dawned on his face. “Is Pidge on this Planet?” Matt frowned when Lance shook his head.

 “Um no. I’m kind of leaving Voltron, they didn’t want me there anymore.” 

 Matt looked at Lance in confusion, “Why would they not want you?” Lance sighed.

 “I’m a werewolf. I know I’m a monster yada yada. Just please don’t hurt me.” Matt almost flinched as he realized how pitiful Lance looked. The boy who couldn’t have been more than 17 looked like he had suffered a lifetime of heartache.

 He walked over to the younger male and put a hand on his arm in what he hoped was a comforting way. “It’s not like you go around killing people, right? You’re not a monster just because of your heritage. Heck, I’ve met Galra who have helped me escape.” Lance looked at Matt and the older guy’s breath got stuck in his throat. Lance was ridiculously pretty and definitely not legal yet.

 Matt was screwed.

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 Lance had become increasingly aware of everything about Matt. They had only been ‘living’ together, for lack of a better word, for 3 weeks and Lance had already developed a major crush. The fact that they were both major flirts (and terrible at being normal humans) did not make it any easier for Lance.

 “Hey Lance, did it hurt?”

 “Did what hurt???” 

 “When you fell from heaven duh.”

 He spent a day avoiding Matt after that because he thought his heart would explode. (Also he was embarrassed that he fell for it but no one needs to know that).

 Lance was messing around with the lions while Matt was fawning over their technology (again). The lions still hadn’t left despite Lance’s insistence, and he was getting worried that the others would try and get them back. It would hurt for the lions to leave but, it was for the best.

 “Can you turn into a wolf?”

 Lance stared at Matt and blinked. “Pardon me but, whAT THE FUCK?!” He got even more confused when Matt practically launched himself at Lance and covered his mouth.

 He looked at Matt with a ‘tf are you doing’ face and Matt slowly pulled away. “Children are not allowed to cuss.” Lance turned red and turned away. 

 “You only say that because you’re an old man.” Matt acted offended and threw himself backwards, knocking Lance off his feet. 

 “Excuse you nerd, I’m not even twenty yet.” 

 Lance fondly rolled his eyes and ruffled Matt’s hair with a ‘sure’. The older male looked up at him and he was vaguely reminded of a puppy. “So freaking cute.” Matt turned red and it took Lance a minute to realize that he said it out loud. “I mean uh-“ Matt just chuckled and smiled at him and Lance felt like he was going to melt.

 They stayed there for a minute just soaking in each other’s presence before Matt of course, ruined it.

 “My question still stands. Can you turn into a wolf?” Lance nodded and Matt made a ‘go on’ gesture.

 “Wait you mean right now?” Matt hummed in confirmation and Lance sighed before slowly starting to shift. It still hurt, but because he had been doing it at the castle so much he had gotten kind of used to it. Matt watched in awe as Lance walked around in wolf form. 

 “Can I pet you?”

 Lance walked over to Matt so he took it as a ‘yes’ and started petting Lance. When the giant wolf flopped down into his lap he suppressed a giggle and wrapped his arms around Lance. Having Lance reminded Matt of his dog back home and he smiled. He nuzzled into Lance’s fur as he pet him and sighed. He finally felt back home.

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 Coran and Allura watched the former paladins run around like headless mongooses for days. It still seemed surreal that all of the lions were missing, along with Lance. Allura had tried to contact or at the very least locate the lions but, she turned up with absolutely nothing. She figured that all of this had to do with Lance being treated like scum. 

 Despite everything happening and the horror of the situation, the paladins still found time to blame Lance.

 “It was only a matter of time before he ruined our lives.” Allura had heard this remark from Keith as she was on her way to try and locate the lions again. Her quintessence bubbles to the surface, trying to break out of her and strangle Keith. How could this boy who made Lance’s life miserable for something as minuscule as his ancestry get to say such things? Allura could easily turn into a Cosmic Wolf, but when she brought up this argument they all shut her down with a ‘it’s different’.

 Lance never went around killing people for shits and giggles, why is it any different just because they know he’s a werewolf? The paladins kill thousands every month but suddenly Lance, who killed the least people possible, is a blood crazed murder. Humans really are stupid.

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 When they arrived at the new planet, everything felt off. Lance’s protective instincts were kicking in and he was practically guarding Matt. The older sighed at Lance’s antics, not realizing the threatening atmosphere. 

 The hair on the back of Lance’s neck raised when he distantly heard the sound of engines. “Matt we have to get back to the lions. Please don’t question me just get to the nearest one you can.” Matt looked hesitant to leave Lance there but he nodded and ran off. Lance stayed back for just a few minutes to try and get a glance at what the threat was.

 Of course, it was the Galra. He ran as quickly as he could to the lions, subconsciously getting onto all fours and shifting, the pain unnoticeable to the building panic. He hopped into blue, who had come to get him, and got ready to engage in combat. He asked the lions which one had Matt and when Green answered he begged her to let Matt fly her. She relented and Lance relaxed a little bit, until he noticed that yellow and red were missing.

 ‘Where are yellow and red??!?’

 ‘The Galra took them cub.’

 At this moment he realized that black was also being taken and that without a pilot, there was no way they would have been able to fight it. He quickly threw on his suit and exited blue, telling her to go away so that the Galra wouldn’t have all of Voltron. He then asked Matt to do the same over the coms but, made it obvious that Matt didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. Matt just pushed away his worries and left Green in Pidge’s old armor.

 They watched as Green flew away and then quickly followed black, who was still being sucked in due to her bulky build. She let them in and they slowly entered the galran ship. 


 Now, you may be wondering why Lance and Matt are willingly going into enemy territory. Lance has a strong kinship with the lions and he would never leave them alone in a desperate situation. Matt is smitten with Lance. Simple enough.

 When they landed it occurred to them that neither of them had any idea what they were going to do. They were literally in the hands of their enemies. Black lowered her head without prompting and practically kicked them out. The Galra that were in the hangers looked at them with shock written across all of their expressions. Lance assumed it was because they didn’t expect anyone to be inside the lions. Needless to say, he was surprised when the started firing over him.

 “What is a kit doing as a paladin? You’re too young to be fighting!” One remarked while carefully checking him over for injuries. Another one was sniffing over him presumably checking for the sent of a pack. Lance could see the surprise in the galran’s eyes when they detected none. 

 “The kit does not have a pack!” That sent the Galras into an uproar and Lance cringed while looking over to Matt for help. Matt looked back with a vaguely amused expression before reaching in and pulling Lance close to him, effectively getting all of the Galran’s attention.

 A few of them let out low growls and Lance blinked in surprise before he realized what the problem was. He leaned up and whispered in Matt’s ear, “they know I’m a werewolf which is apparently similar to a Galra and the feel territorial over me because I’m technically still a puppy.” He grumbled the last part and didn’t miss Matt’s little chuckle. 

 The older male released him and the Galrans immediately stopped growling. A few of them reached out for Lance and he shook his head. “Matt’s not going to hurt me, I trust him. Besides you guys should be the ones being growled at you tried to kidnap my pack!” The galrans looked around in confusion.

 “You have a mechanical pack?” 

 Lance nodded and the galrans just looked even more confused. “My real pack is very far away. Besides, the lions are sentient beings. They have feeling too y’know and they don’t like being kidnapped.” A few of them had the decency to look ashamed and more joined them after the lions all meowed in agreement with Lance.

 “Still, what is a kit doing in a war?” 

 Lance shrugged. “Beats me. Blue just decided I was her paladin and then boom! I was forced to fight.” He heard blue apologize in the back of his mind but he brushed her off with an ‘it’s fine’. “Anyway what are you gonna do to us?”

 The Galra looked at each other and shrugged. “Normally we would take you as prisoners but chief may be interested in you.” Lance glanced over to Matt worriedly and the older shrugged with an uncertain expression. Lance sighed and turned back to the galras. 

 “Lead the way.”