Chapter Eleven- Epilogue

Lotor felt sun on his face and he slowly opened his eyes, squinted, and then shut them with a whine. He heard Keith move slightly before he said, "Lotor?"

"The sun is so bright," he said softly. "It wasn't like that yesterday."

"It's a drawback of being a werewolf. Our eyes are more suited to nighttime sight so they're light sensitive. They'll eventually adjust."

"Of course." Lotor opened his eyes to slits and found that tolerable. He rolled over and got out of bed. He wandered over to a mirror and saw his normal appearance. He used a comb to straighten his tousled hair while Keith brushed his into some semblance of order. Lotor traded his clothes for a simple unisex suit with gold braiding at the cuffs and the hem of the pants before they left their room for breakfast.

Both were real hungry as they had changed last night and this morning. Allura asked Lotor how he was doing as they ate. "I'm adjusting. Everyone is warm and friendly. It's just Keith forgot to mention that my eyes are light sensitive now." He gently punched Keith's arm, knowing he was stronger now.

Keith said in a mock hurt voice, "Ow!" while rubbing the arm. Everyone laughed at the exchange and it had just died down when Coran came in.

"Lotor, when you're finished, I'd like to show you the Control Room so you can be familiar with it and help defend the castle."

"Excellent and I'd like to volunteer for night watch."

"You'll take the night after mine. Hunk is tonight and I'm tomorrow."

"Perfect," Keith said once Coran left. "We can be together five straight nights."

Lotor smiled as he headed to the Control Room. He had defected to Arus' side, had a boyfriend/mate, and was a werewolf. Tonight, he would play with Keith and he could hardly wait.

He sat in the control chair while Coran stood beside him, pointing out the controls for the defense systems, the offensive systems, and the communications system. He saw the chip he had given Keith and was about to remove it when the com panel flashed, indicating a message. He flipped the switch to activate the view screen. It wavered for a moment before the image of Zarkon appeared.

"Lotor!" Zarkon thundered making Lotor wince at the volume because of his sensitive ears; more so since he was a werewolf. "You traitor! You ruined our plan to destroy Voltron!"

"Yes, I did and watch the volume!" Lotor snapped.

"You betrayed us! You are no son of mine anymore."

"Fine by me. I'm making a new life here and I'm happier than I've ever been." Lotor cut the transmission and sat back with a low growl.

"I'm sorry," Coran said.

"Don't be. I knew this would happen when the witch called me a traitor. I knew she would tell Zarkon. I don't need him anyway. All I need is Keith, really."

"This would end the ruling line of Doom, you know."

"Not necessarily. If Keith and I could find a woman to be a surrogate mother, we could have children. Keith dreams of a son."

"Hmm." Coran stroked his chin. "If I find a woman willing to help, I will also see to insuring Keith's child is a boy."

"That is…I really don't know what to say."

"Say nothing for now. Wait until I've checked for a willing woman."

"Very well."

Lotor seized Lance's wrist and flipped him over his shoulder. Lance landed on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Lotor looked down at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tell me: Was that your increased strength?"

"No, just my normal strength."

"Wow. I'd hate to see how strong you are with the extra power. Then again, maybe you could take Hunk on."

"That'll have to wait. Hunk's on duty tonight and I'm up after Coran."

"Yeah, it'll have to wait." Lance popped to his feet. "Okay, enough talk. Here I come." Lance charged toward Lotor who met the charge and the two tumbled and wrestled with each other until exhausted.

Lotor leaned against a tree trunk while he ate some fruit, bread, and cheese as was Keith. They had opted to a private dinner in the woods. Keith had some raw meat nearby which clearly said they would be consumed after they had changed. "I'm not sure about raw meat," Lotor said.

"It'll be fine. Most animal stomachs can handle raw meat, especially wolves and it tastes good to boot."

"Well, you've been a werewolf longer than me so I'll follow your lead." Lotor shifted to a crouching position as the sun vanished and he took his white-furred form while Keith became a black wolf. Lotor seized one of the steaks and proceeded to eat. He found that his teeth cut through the meat easily and a pleasing taste greeted his tongue. Keith was right. This tastes good raw. He licked his chops once the last bite was swallowed. "Very good," he said.

"I knew you'd like it. So," Keith's tongue ran over his muzzle. "Do we play, run, or wrestle?"

"Play. I need to be familiar with my body and what it can do."

"Okay." Keith draped his front half over Lotor's back and nuzzled the fur. "Oh, so soft and silky."

"Really? That's how your fur feels."

"Yeah? You know, now that I think about it, play is actually just wrestling."

"Well, fine with me." Lotor bucked Keith off him before lunging at his mate. Keith met the charge and the two werewolves went down in a tangle of limbs. They rolled and tumbled over each other, yipping and barking joyfully. Lotor was learning how his body moved and he reveled in it. It was sleek, strong, and graceful. He barked happily: He loved being a werewolf! It's wonderful, just as I had imagined!

Keith gave a wolf's grin at his mate's yips and barks. He was enjoying himself and he loved what he had become. I have a lot I want to show him. I want to help him develop and use his senses, especially the nose. I also want him to experience the thrill of hunting. In fact, we could do both at once. But later. I'm having too much fun playing with him.

Their wrestling turned into racing as they leaped over logs and saw how far they could leap. Their run carried them to the stream where they paused to drink. Lotor looked into the water to stare at himself. A white wolf with bright gold eyes was reflected there. His muzzle was long and strong and his ears were long and wide.

"You're beautiful," Keith teased, getting Lotor to look away.

"Has Coran mentioned the message that came in this morning?"

"He did, yeah. He said you did not seem very upset about it."

"I wasn't upset. I knew it was coming. I revealed myself as a traitor and such a revelation does get reported to the king. What did upset me was the volume. I've always had sensitive hearing but it's more sensitive now."

Keith nodded. "Our senses are more sensitive but I love them."

"I do too. Could we work on my nose say tomorrow?"

"Sure and we can do that while hunting."

"Perfect." Lotor howled and Keith joined in. It was the howl of two mates who loved each other and being werewolves.

The End