Okay, so my lack of impulse control got to me again and I couldn't just not post this one since I had it sitting around, so here you go! I haven't even left anyone with time to read and digest the last chapter, but I genuinely couldn't help myself. I'm still loving every second of writing this but I will be honest and say that I have indeed hit a little wall. I'm working through it well enough but chapters might come a little slower for a while is all, so nothing terrible.

Please please please just enjoy, hopefully I've made that relatively easy!

I know that Wulf's reveal is something that's been waited for. Everyone#s curious as to reactions as such, so hopefully this will give you all a little insight!

Wulf.

River.

She didn't even know who she was.

Where they one and the same? She knew that her human form made her different, being able to talk changed her, especially being able to answer questions.

"We don't have to do this right now, you know." Abraham, the black wolf, told her gently.

"I can't keep putting this off." She replied, looking into Polis from the gates. She and Lexa had returned almost a month ago, letting all of the army go to their respective homes and see their families again. The dead were honoured and burned and the Mountain was said to be strictly off-limits.

This was the fourth time that she'd found herself stood at the gates of Polis in her human form, dressed and ready to tell Lexa. Alas, each time she had then sprinted back into the woods and shredded her clothes to get back into her own skin. Being Wulf felt right, but being River? She hadn't been River for so long. Her skin felt too tight, she had no fur or sharp teeth, no claws. She felt helpless.

It was strange to think that she had been so close to Lexa for so many years and had never feared her, but now, this feeling that lay in the bottom of her gut. Well, she was terrified to put it simply. "You go first." She blurted, turning to look at Abraham.

Smirking, he simply chuckled and shook his head. He had always been so handsome. "No, that's not how this works and you know it. She doesn't even know me. I'm just the wolf who comes to see you."

Sighing, River closed her eyes a tried with all her might to squash the fear in her belly. It was stupid, she never felt fear. She was a warrior, dammit!

Alas, she was still scared.

"She'll hate me." She grumbled, taking a step into Polis, making sure to pull her hood to cover her eyes. It wasn't as if anyone would recognise her, but she still feared that somehow she would give herself away with her eyes. "Can't you be the one to turn? Come with me as a wolf... please?"

Abraham must have heard something in her voice, because a second later he was jogging off into the woods. River waited for a moment, but then found herself moving. She wasn't too sure where she was going, not really, not until she found herself at a vendor's stall.

The same stall that she used to buy eggs from with Lexa each morning. "How much?" She asked the woman behind the stall, clearly startling her.

"How many?" Their people were, as always, short when it came to speaking. No interaction would last longer than it had to, not unless you were friends.

Thinking, River shrugged for a moment. "A dozen. For Heda."

Scoffing, the woman shook her head. "You think that I will give you free eggs if you say they are for Heda?"

"No. I will pay, but I have no money, only things to trade."

"Fine, and what do you have?"

"What will a rabbit get me?"

"Just one?"

"For now."

"One rabbit. Eh, four eggs."

"A good thing I have three, then."

"A good thing, indeed."

River had four rabbits in her cloak, hanging from ropes that lay across her shoulders. She knew the ways of Polis, but Abraham did not. Just as she was handing them over though, he appeared. She felt his breath first, a heavy cloud on the back of her neck, then she saw the vendor shrink a little. The people of Polis were used to Wulf, but not to him.

"They are really for Heda?" The woman asked, clearly making the connection between Abraham and Wulf. River nodded. "The white wolf. Is she okay? She used to come for the eggs, but now you have come, and with him no less."

"The white wolf is fine. Busy with errands." Technically it wasn't a lie.

Nodding, the vendor handed River the eggs in a small basket and refused the rabbits. "You tell Heda that eggs will always be free to her, be it a dozen or more. Always. And tell that wolf to come and see me again when she returns, always with a wagging tail."

River nodded her thanks. She couldn't help but smile beneath her hood at that as she laid the dangling rabbits over Abraham's neck and carried the basket herself. Together, they approached Lexa's tower and the guard made quick work of opening the door for them as soon as he saw Abraham. Wolves of such size demanded respect and the guards knew that. Plus, there was no reason for a wolf like that to be there if not to see Wulf or Lexa.

Just to be safe, River removed her hood but pulled her scarf up to just below her eyes. A large hood was more threatening than just a covered mouth.

As they walked, she found that breathing became more and more difficult until they reached the throne room and the doors swung open. Then, as if her muscles just knew what to do, she walked astride Abraham and found herself bowing her head. Part of her felt as if she should just stand beside Lexa's throne as she always did, but this was different.

"My wolf has brought you to me." Lexa stated, her voice setting more fear in Wulf's stomach. No, River's. She had to remember that she wasn't Wulf right now. "Do you know why that may be?" She almost smiled at hearing Lexa call Abraham her wolf. It was an intimidation tactic, of course, but she hardly needed it.

Breathing impossibly quickly, River couldn't so much as open her mouth to get words out.

Gently, Abraham nudged her with his nose, but she didn't dare look up into his eyes for fear that she would see her own cowardice in them. She was sure that Lexa was confused, but she just couldn't do it. She couldn't tell her who she was, not yet. She couldn't handle the anger that she was sure would come, nor could she handle the sadness that would follow if Lexa banished her.

Abraham, sadly, still had just one thing on his mind: the plan.

Just as Lexa harshly commanded "Show me your face, now!" Abraham changed. At least six and a half feet tall and entirely naked, he was hard to miss.

Silence fell upon the room and River felt her stomach drop. Even if she didn't let Lexa see her, there would be questions the next time they saw one another. "If I may, Heda," Abraham started, cupping his privates in his hands since River hadn't followed through and handed him anything else. "I know that this is quite a lot to take in, but Wulf-"

"Is stood before me now?" Lexa questioned, her voice so very quiet and unsure.

River froze. "She is." Abraham confirmed. "She-"

"Don't." River hissed quietly, turned her back on Lexa and putting herself between her and Abraham. She looked up at him, praying that he understood. "I can't." She croaked, watching as his eyes changed.

"Wulf..." Lexa's voice reached out, tugging at River's heart as it was breaking.

"I'm sorry." She stated loudly, praying that Lexa didn't recognise her voice. They'd never spoken this tongue to one another before and she hoped that was enough. "I just can't."

Without turning back, she began to walk, feeling the eyes of Lexa and Titus on the back of her head. "Just one moment, Heda." Abraham told her awkwardly. "If you just give me a minute, we'll be back. We'll answer your questions-"

"I won't." River vocalised, only then realising that she meant it. She couldn't come back.

She heard Lexa get up from her throne and begin to walk towards her. She sped up and left the room, feeling Abraham fill his wolf's body once more, trotting beside her with a concerned look on his face as he whined lowly. "I just can't." River snapped, knowing that he was wondering why she couldn't do it when they were so close.

"Lexa, you and I should- ooph!" Clarke smacked into River as they rounded a corner. "I'm so sorry, I saw the wolf shadow, I thought you were Lexa- oh! Your eyes, they're so-"

River began to run, then finally the wolf tore through and she knew that Clarke had seen. What could she do but run?

Panicked, the heard the eggs crack on the floor behind her as the basket fell to the ground and the clothes that she had been wearing lay scattered in a heap. None of the guards looked shocked to see Wulf, nor Abraham, so they passed quickly through the gates, though attitudes changed when Lexa, sat atop a horse, came galloping toward them, shouting. "Do not let them pass! Close the gate!"

Alas, it was too late.

Abraham shot through first and Wulf followed, barging one of the gates with her shoulder to stop it from closing on her. The barbed length scraped her painfully, but there was no time for stopping, not now, not when she was so close to getting away.

"Wulf!" Lexa's cry lit the air and followed the wolves into the woods outside of Polis.

River. Wulf. Whoever she was, she ran. She ran, not caring if Abraham was following her, until finally she found herself skidding to a stop outside a cave, then gently padding into it. She didn't know if she'd been running for minutes or hours, she was numb to the aches of her body, even the throbbing in her shoulder meant nothing to her.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged, coming out in huge clouds until Abraham walked through one in his human form. Naked. "River." His voice was so very gentle, more so than she deserved. However, it was all she needed to hear. Sobbing and heaving for each breath, she suddenly stood on two feet, her human body falling into his as she cried away what she had done.

She cried until she could cry no more, then Abraham started a fire, kissed her head and told her to wait. She waited, feeling too weak to move with all the grief that racked her body. She could never go back to Lexa, not after defying an order. No one would show kindness to the white wolf, not anymore, so what was she to do? She couldn't live in pack like Abraham, not now she knew how well she could live. If only she hadn't gone and ruined it.

A half hour later, Abraham returned with bundles of clothes blankets. They could hunt for any food, though he somehow still had the four rabbits in the mouth of the cave. It took him a few minutes to fish around outside for some dry firewood, but once he had, he built a fire and dressed them both, keeping them warm as they eventually fell asleep.

That night, River dreamed of a white wolf. It was her, that much she knew, but she watched it somehow from the crowd in Polis as the wolf stepped up to the executioner's block, as it laid down its head, then finally as Lexa stood, walked over and took its head with one brutal swing of a mighty axe.

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"Find her!" Lexa snapped at her guards. "Find anyone who she came into contact with. She had a basket, what was in it? She came with the black wolf, who saw them together? Just find her!"

One of the many guards in the throne room turned to Lexa, looking somewhat afraid of the angry, pacing woman before he spoke. "Commander, what do we do when we find her?"

"Do we shoot?" Another asked, a seasoned warrior but still nervous around such a force as Lexa.

Lexa, despite her anger and confusion, shook her head. She didn't want them to kill Wulf. Not even to hurt her. She wanted to understand, nothing more."No. No, don't hurt her. Tell her... tell her to come home." She replied, thinking about the white fur, wondering if she would ever see it again.

As a few guards left the room, Clarke entered it. "Lexa-"

Sighing, Lexa stopped her by raising her hand. She knew that it was rude, but she had to find Wulf. "Not now, Klark. My wolf-"

"I saw her." Clarke interrupted.

Lexa's eyes snapped up and she stormed towards the blonde, searching her eyes for truth. "You what?" She snarled, daring the blonde to be lying.

Taken aback by the Commander's attitude, Clarke stumbled back a step before clearing her throat and repeating herself. "I... I saw her. Her face. Her eyes." She would never forget those eyes. So very like Lexa's.

"Her human face?" Lexa was desperate for an answer.

Nodding firmly, the blonde replied. "Yes."

"Everyone else, out." Lexa's orders were, of course, followed. "Who was she?" She demanded, turning back to Clarke.

Looking a little sheepish, Clarke gently shook her head. She didn't know this woman. "I don't know. I hadn't seen her before, but her eyes, they were green and- I can draw her for you if you have some charcoal and paper?"

Lexa's eyes lit up for a moment and she nodded, taking Clarke's hand without a though and pulling her for a few steps as if to prompt her to walk. "Please. Come, I have some in my room."

Together, the two young women climbed the stairs to Lexa's room, passing a somewhat healed Anya on the way who was talking with Indra and Gustus. Lexa paid them no mind, she simply needed to see what Clarke had seen.

For almost an hour, Lexa sat as patiently as she could and waited while Clarke recreated the very face that had bumped into her only a few hours ago. As soon as she saw it, Lexa knew exactly where to look. She knew who she was looking at despite the years that had passed, she knew exactly where he sister would go. Or, she hoped that she did.

Barely ten minutes had passed before she was mounting her horse, not caring that Clarke was doing the same. The whole population of Polis could have followed her and she wouldn't have cared. No, she needed to see her sister with her own eyes. She needed to see that she wasn't dead, not torn apart by wolves. She needed to know that her wolf was okay, that her sister was okay, that they were one and the same.

She rode hard through the woods, silently impressed that Clarke kept up, then finally she dismounted when the cave came into sight. She hadn't known how thankful she was to have Clarke there until the blonde took her had when a black wolf emerged from the cave, already looking at them. He must have heard them coming long before they'd even been able to see where they were going.

Lexa thought back all those years to the time before she was Commander. She remembered how a wolf, white as ash, had saved her from a panther. She had trusted the animal immediately, but only now did she know why. All those years that she had been sure she knew the wolf's eyes, she had been right.

So, how was it? I hope it was all okay, I pondered for quite a while how exactly I would reveal Wulf to Lexa and honestly I couldn't find a good way because one way or another I could never give River the reason to do it, especially while things with the coalition are so shaky, I didn't want her to just do it selfishly, but obviously I still wanted her to have human faults and to be relateable etc, everyone has their vices and falls, it just so happens that River's/Wulf's is that she cares too deeply about Lexa's opinion.

As I said, hopefully it was all okay! As always, please tell me what you think, tell me if there's anything/anyone you want more of, any characters you want to have scenes together, I'll always do what I can to throw people together if that's what's wanted, especially if it works with my existing dynamics! Never be afraid to message me of course, too, whether it's questions about this story or just anything, I'll always help if I can.