Title: Lunar Spell

Rating: NC-17 (PG-13 this chapter)

Chapter 3 (4/13)

The weekend went by surprisingly fast. Rachel and Brittany both changed with the full moon and enjoyed the night as a wolf. It was still a hard adjustment for Rachel, and Brittany promised to help her gain more control over her wolf. The brunette feared what that entailed.

But, it was Monday and it was time for school. Rachel admitted that she dreaded coming into school today. She was a different Rachel than the one that left school on Friday. That Rachel was a vegan and definitely not a werewolf. And that Rachel didn't have to tell her fathers what she had become. But, Brittany was going to help her and be there for her if she needed emotional support, and physical evidence. However, that meant waiting until after the blonde got out of Cheerios practice to tell her dads.

So, Rachel waited in one of the study halls for practice to finish. She worked on her homework, diligently, until someone broke her concentration.

"Rumor has it, Rachel, that the biggest reason that you and quarterback, Finn Hudson, broke up is because you wouldn't give him any so he turned to school slut, Santana Lopez," Jacob announced to her.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, Jacob," Rachel replied.

"It's not, but it's interesting considering that there is speculation that you got even with Santana by sleeping with her girlfriend, Brittany Jansen, in the girl's bathroom on Thursday."

"What," Rachel snapped, angrily.

"My source says that you and Brittany were both gone from class a long time and then you both came out together."

"That doesn't mean anything." Rachel was getting angry. Too angry. Too fast. This is not her.

"Then I have another source that claims you slept over Brittany's house all weekend. And there was no sighting of either one of you outside the house," Jacob smirked. He had her.

"Nothing happened," Rachel answered, barely able to control herself.

"I can bury this story, but it's going to cost you," he winked.

Rachel growled. From his tone, she could tell that the cost would be something she'd be sick to her stomach about doing.

"Oh, come on, Rachel," he pushed, "you know you like this. It doesn't even have to be sex. I'll take a blow job or even a hand job as long as I get to come on your boobs."

And Rachel snapped. She saw red and felt a tingling sensation run through her body. It was the same tingling sensation that replaced the burning of her first change. Panic hit Rachel hard when she realized that the wolf was coming out now. Even worse, Jacob would see the whole thing if she didn't get a move on. Leaving everything behind, Rachel bolted with her inhuman speed towards the bathroom. Clothes ripped, and hung off body as it quickly, and now painlessly, contorted into her wolf shape.

Rachel shook off her scraps of clothes and whines. She never intended to change and now she has to figure out how to navigate herself through the school and get to Brittany out on the football field without being seen. First thing's first, she needed to get out of the bathroom. Fortunately, someone left a wedge in the door and it was cracked open enough for Rachel to nudge it open with her muzzle. Okay, that was easy. Next, she darted down the hall, hiding in doorways and shadows so not to be seen. When she gets to the door, she jumps pushing the bar in so that the door opened. It wasn't a graceful move, but it worked. Now, here was the hardest part. She was now outside and in the open. She needed to get to the field and find cover before someone else saw her. So, Rachel did the only thing she could think of; run as fast as she could under the bleachers. Somehow, she does it, because the next thing she knew was she was calling for Brittany, who looked around the field at the sound.

"Brittany," Rachel called out to her. "I'm in trouble. I need your help."

Fortunately for Rachel, Coach Sylvester had just ended practice and Brittany was free to go. "What's wrong," the blonde girl projected back to her.

"I changed."

Brittany sighed. "Where are you?"

"Under the bleachers."

Brittany jogged over to the front of the bleachers where Rachel was, pretending to look for her stuff. The blonde girl met the gaze of the wolf under the bleachers and whispered, "You got yourself in a big mess, here." The wolf snorted in agreement.

"Brittany," Santana called as she and Quinn ran towards her, "your stuff is over here."

"Don't move," Brittany told Rachel. "Are you sure? Because I thought I put it here."

That's when Rachel smelt it. It was the most amazing thing she's ever smelt in her life. It was floral and sweet, and Rachel wanted to take in as much of the scent as possible. A second scent mixed with the first, but this one was strong and full of spice. Not a bad scent, but it just didn't appeal to Rachel like the first one did. As they got closer, they mixed with Brittany scent and Rachel knew what she was smelling, or rather who she was smelling. Quinn and Santana.

The brown wolf took a step forward to see through the slates on the bleachers. She saw Santana next to Brittany, her hand gently lay on the blonde's back. Standing next to them was Quinn. Her wolf form smiled as a feeling of complete possessiveness toward the smaller blonde filled Rachel's body.

Rachel didn't know what was coming over her because the only thought that filled her mind while looking at Quinn was 'mine.' Her wolf wanted to claim the girl; to bite her, mark her. The wolf wanted Quinn as her mate. She was compelled and completely captivated. She took another step towards the girls and growled when she saw Santana jokingly shove Quinn. It must have been loud enough for them to hear, because Santana and Quinn jumped at the sound and Brittany stiffened.

"My stomach. I'm hungry," Brittany made an excuse. "I have to go see Rachel after school. You guys go ahead without me."

"Why are you hanging around with man-hands," Santana demanded.

Brittany quickly looked around and gave the Latina a kiss. "We have something important in common, S."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you. It's a family thing. Hopefully, one day I'll be allowed to tell you." Santana kissed Brittany again and nodded. The Latina then dragged the other blonde towards the locker room, which caused Rachel to growl again. Brittany turned the bleachers. "What is wrong with you?"

"She's mine," was the only thing the wolf would allow Rachel to say.

"Quinn," Brittany asked aloud. The wolf snorted an affirmative. "Damn. And this is no fair. Your wolf told you right away. I've been waiting for years and I really want it to be Santana."

"This sucks. I can't think about Quinn without wanting to claim her now. How do I change back?"

"Oh, you relax and visualize yourself in human form. That will start the transformation back."

Rachel took a deep breath and did what she said. Sure enough, Rachel felt the tingling of her body changing back to her human form.

"Um. Brittany," Rachel said, "I need clothes." The blonde girl laughed and handed over her sweatshirt to cover her until Rachel got her spare clothes from her locker.

After Rachel gets changed, they head to the Berry household.

"How did you know," Brittany asked, "that she's your mate? When did the wolf tell you?"

"When she saw her. I saw it and I could think was that this girl was mine. And her scent. God, Brit, I could smell it all day."

Brittany smiled. "Maybe one day my wolf will tell me it's Santana, because her scent is my favorite thing to smell in the whole world. I really don't think it's fair that my wolf is waiting and yours told you right away."

"Maybe it has something to do with seeing her as a wolf?"

"Could be. My wolf eyes have never seen Santana, but it's dangerous to do that. If you lose control it's bad."

"I felt like I didn't have any control. I wouldn't have growled or stepped towards it. My wolf wants to bite her. I don't know how much control I can gain over it."

"Well were just going to have to work on it," Brittany told her as she pulled into Rachel's driveway. "You ready?'

"No, but I'm not ever going to be." Rachel exhaled. "Let's go."

They got out of the car and headed into the house. "Dad, Daddy," Rachel called.

"In the kitchen," a male voice replied. Both girls headed towards the voice and found both of her fathers sitting at the table just finishing dinner.

"Dad, Daddy, this is my friend, Brittany," the brunette introduced. "Brittany this is my Dad, Elias, and Daddy, Jackson." She took a deep breath. "Dad, Daddy, there is something I need to tell you."

"You're dating Brittany," Jackson asked.

She shakes her head. "No, but Brittany is involved in what I have to tell you. This weekend something changed. I changed. Apparently, I was born this way. Dad, Daddy, I'm a werewolf."

"Honey," Elias cooed, "that's impossible. Werewolves don't exist."

"They do," Brittany stated firmly. "I'm here to help her tell you. She's new and doesn't have a lot of control so I can change for you if you would like me to."

"This is ridiculous," Jackson said, shaking his head.

"Please," the brunette girl asked Brittany, who nodded and began to strip.

"Hey. Wait. What is she doing?"

"She's going to show you."

Brittany closed her eyes and exhaled, letting the change take over her body. She opened her eyes when she finished, and walked over to the two shocked Berry parents.

"Impossible," Elias gaped. "How?"

"Brittany's a werewolf, Dad," Rachel explained. "She was born a werewolf, just like me. But, she changed really young. She knew I was going to change and I didn't believe her. She made me stay at her house all weekend, because she wanted to help me through my first few changes."

"How could you be a born werewolf," Jackson asked.

"Brittany and her family believe that my mother must have been a werewolf, because neither one of you are and I wasn't bitten. I know it's a lot to take in, but this is who I am now. And I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not any different because of it, because I am. I have to eat meat now, and I change every full moon. I wish I wasn't like this, but I am."

"I wish the news was that you were dating Brittany," Elias joked. "Easy pill to swallow there."

"Well," Brittany stated. She changed back and was now pulling on her clothes. "Rachel will probably start dating Quinn soon."

"You don't know that Brittany," the brunette werewolf replied.

"She's your mate. Your wolf wants her and I'll bet Quinn will even start feeling different around you, too. The wolf wants what the wolf wants. And when it comes to mates, it won't be denied."

"Wait," Jackson stopped her, "so there is a girl."

"No." Rachel shook her head. "There is no girl."

"But," Brittany argued, "There will be. Your psychic connection with her is going to grow stronger now. You won't be able to deny her."

"Quinn," Elias questioned. "Couldn't be Quinn Fabray? The Quinn that tormented you for years." Rachel nodded.

"My mother always said that your mate would be someone that you have an intense connection with from the minute that you meet. Quinn may have picked on Rachel, but she's always liked her. I could tell. Her heart beats faster when your name is mentioned and I swear I sometimes smell arousal after you both fight." Jackson and Elias both smiled and Rachel looked deep in thought. "Oh, before I forget. There is a pack meeting tonight, Rachel. You should come."

"Do I have to?"

"You probably should. I mean if it's okay with the both of you."

Jackson exhaled. "I don't think we have much choice."

"Great," Brittany smiled. "You should eat something. Meet starts at nine. We'll pick you up at 8. It's a little bit of a drive away."

"Okay," Rachel sighs as Brittany lets herself out.

…

The pack meet was held in an old lodge right by the woods in a nearby town. Rachel was surprised to see how many families of werewolves were there in the area. The meet was quick and she had to sit alone because both Brittany and Lucas had status in the pack and Stephanie was in heat, so she got to stay at home. Brittany explained to her that her dad was an elected ranking member of the pack. The blonde also told her how much she hated having status in the pack because she was born a white wolf. Rare colors apparently gain a high status. But, luckily the meet was over quick, but she had to wait while Lucas and Brittany spoke to the other leaders of the pack. So Rachel mingled and introduced herself to the other pack members, while she waited.

…

Brittany really hated this part. The pack meets were boring enough, but afterwards she had to discuss some of the "bigger" issues with the pack elders and officials. It was really stupid. They haven't had an exposure risk in forever and there was no big controversy here.

"Excuse me," a brunette lady said, walking up to the council. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to interrupt anything important, but I have a potential exposure risk, I guess. When I was eighteen, I was offered a great deal of money to a surrogate mother for two gay men in Lima. I had their baby and moved to New York. A year later, I had my first change. I didn't know what was going on because my father, who was a werewolf, left before he knew my mother was pregnant. Eventually, I found him and the pack and they helped me control my wolf, but my daughter doesn't know. I don't know how much I can do to help, but I would like to help my daughter through her change. She'd almost be seventeen now."

Lucas stepped forward from the other council members and asked. "Who is your daughter?"

"I don't know her name. All I know is that the last name of her fathers is Berry."

"Rachel," Brittany announced. "Her name is Rachel Berry. She's a friend of mine. And you're too late. She changed last weekend. She's here tonight."

The lady burst into tears at that statement. "Can I see her?"

Lucas put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "I don't think that would be wise. It's too soon after her change and I don't know if this will upset her. But, I will mention this to her and we'll see how it goes. Maybe she'll be ready by our next pack meet next month. Are you planning on staying locally?" The woman nodded. "Okay," he said pulling out a card. "Here is my business card. Call me in a few days and I'll give you an update on her. What's your name, anyway?"

The woman took the card from his hand and smiled. "Shelby. Shelby Corcoran."