Chapter Seven- Found Out

Has anyone noticed that Keith's been acting strange lately?" Lance asked as the team, minus Keith, sat in the lounge the next afternoon. Hunk was rubbing his eyes, having had just woken up from a nap. "I mean, he's always going out and seems to have a dreamy look on his face as well as looking happy all the time. That's not normal for Keith."

"I agree it is strange," Allura said. "So, what are you suggesting? That we follow him?"

"Yeah, I am. Something's going on with Keith, something he's hiding and we need to know what it is. Once can't trust a commander who's keeping secrets."

"You're right," Allura said. "All right. We keep an eye on Keith and when he heads out, we follow at a safe distance." The others nodded.

Keith typed out numbers and letter as he worked on the frequency for Lotor. He knew Lotor was doing the same for him as the prince would be leaving early the next day. He smiled as he re-lived last night. It had been a good idea to admit his secret to Lotor. He admired wolves and that set him at ease. He had been surprised when Lotor removed his pendent and he took wolf form. However, that surprise faded when Lotor had commented on how good-looking he was. I am lucky to be loved by him. Keith put the new frequency chip in a pouch before heading out of the castle and toward the woods, unaware of the team watching him and following at a considerable distance.

Keith put the pouch down as the sun vanished; if he hadn't the pouch would vanish into him when he changed and it wouldn't reappear until dawn. Keith changed to a wolf, seized the pouch strap in his teeth, and sprinted off out of sight before the team entered the forest.

Keith trotted into their meeting place to see his mate waiting for him, his battle helmet off as usual. Keith loved seeing Lotor without his helmet; he was more handsome without it. His tail flicked as he came closer. He put the pouch down, nuzzled Lotor's cheek, and laid beside him. "I brought the information and the frequency chip."

"Information I will not share and a frequency I will use constantly." He pushed a small cylinder toward Keith that had a leather strap attached to it. "Here's your frequency chip and no silver or iron in the cylinder."

"I should have mentioned that as long as other metals are mixed with the silver or iron, I can touch it without burning myself."

"I'll remember that," he said as Keith used his paws and claws to put the strap around his neck. "I would like us to be engaged at some point."

"Me too. I have imagined us having a surrogate mother to carry our children. I would like a son to carry on my heritage."

"I'm sure we could manipulate it so that it happens."

Keith panted happily and his tail wagged back and forth. "I love you. Lotor."

"What!?" came a shocked shout nearby. Both lovers looked over to see the rest of the Voltron Force. It was Lance who had spoken. He pointed at Lotor. "Keith loves you!?"

"That's what he said and no I'm not influencing him," Lotor replied, the last part said in anticipation of that accusation.

Lance squinted into the forest's depths, ignoring the wolf beside Lotor. "Hey, Keith! Where are you? Do you really love Lotor?"

"I do love him…and I'm right here."

Lance's gaze swiveled around to see the black wolf rising to its paws, its head bowed. "Keith? Wha-? How?"

"I'm descended from a long line of werewolves. The gene went dormant several generations ago and only through a formula could it be awakened and the drinker can become a werewolf. I brewed and drank it almost a week ago as I was making wolf sounds and feeling urges. Clearly, I can talk and I change every night. I…will be a vicious wolf on the full moon and think only as a wolf." He lifted his head, his eyes pleading. "I won't harm any of you and I can stay away from the castle during the full moon. Please," he said taking a few steps toward them.

All four backed up and Keith stopped. "I won't harm you," he repeated. "Werewolves are born, not turned."

"Some can be cursed," Allura countered. "But, it's your interest in Lotor that concerns us."

"He does love me and I love him. We've talked for a couple of nights and learned much about each other."

"Yes," Lotor said. "And I have decided to be a spy against my father as I have concluded that Voltron cannot be beat." He pointed at Keith. "I have provided him with a private frequency chip and he has given me one in return."

"Please believe us," Keith begged. "Lotor's changed and I'm still the same Keith you've always known."

"Perhaps," Allura said. "We believe you're still the same Keith we've known, but his change in loyalty, we will reserve judgement." She turned and left with the others behind her.

Keith went back to Lotor's side and laid down with a sad sigh. "I can't believe I didn't smell them following me."

"Perhaps you had our meeting on your mind as this is our last night before I return home."

"Perhaps. I think I'm going to be getting a grilling from the team in the morning."

"They shouldn't. You're the leader, they answer to you."

"Allura's the princess and I answer to her on occasion. Also, they deserve to have a leader they trust."

"You had a good reason to keep all of this a secret. Their view on werewolves differs from mine and the notion of me turning spy is hard to believe. I will prove it by relaying any plans I hear and sabotage anything I can."

"I'm sure that will convince them, though saving another's life in person usually completely convinces people of sincerity."

Lotor shook his head a little. "Well, hopefully relaying information to you will be enough."

"Me too." Keith's eyes slid closed as he sighed with Lotor stroking his fur. The feeling eased him so much that he fell asleep.

Lotor smiled as he saw Keith's breathing become deep and even. He's asleep. Good. He needs rest if he's going to be interrogated by the others in the morning. He scowled at the thought. He firmly believed that Keith should not be questioned for being a werewolf or being in love with him. A leader or commander should not be questioned by his subordinates. Their job was to follow him faithfully. Keith will gain their trust again. He's a werewolf and wolves are decisive animals. Lotor's eyes slid shut and he fell asleep, his hand resting lightly on Keith's back.

Keith felt sunlight and opened his eyes to slits to see a sunlit forest and felt a hand on his back before it was removed. He pushed himself up to sitting and turned his head to look at Lotor. "Well," he sighed as they stood. "It's time for me to face the team and for you to leave."

"Yes. I will give little info to Father and any attack I hear, I will report to you or whoever is on duty when I call."

"Well, I'll be on duty tonight. Feel free to call."

"I think I will." Lotor leaned down and kissed Keith before heading to his ship. Minutes later, as Keith was heading for the castle, Lotor's ship flew across the sky and out into space, heading for home and planning what to tell Zarkon and preparing to be a spy.