Title: Lunar Spell

Author: Jamiexh

Rating: R/NC-17 (PG-13 this part)

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns Glee.

Summary: A werewolf Brittany senses Rachel becoming one too. Now, both girls have to learn to adapt to major changes in their lives, including finding their mates. Faberry/Brittana.

Author's Note #1: Quinn was never pregnant. Brittany never had a cold in Bad Reputation, and Shelby was never the coach of Vocal Adrenaline and never met Rachel.

Author's Note #2: This is a Faberry and Brittana fic, but the romance doesn't start right away. Once the background stuff is done, it will definitely pick up.

Prologue (Part 1/13)

Brittany knew she was dreaming. After all, she didn't make her first change into her wolf form yet. But still, her dream was so vivid.

She was running in her wolf form, chasing after a dark brown wolf. Brittany snapped her jaws and tried to grab the other wolf's tail, but she missed. The wolf just turned around and snorted playfully. Brittany could see the wolf grin on the face of the brown wolf and could feel herself grin as well. Out of the corner of her eye, Brittany saw another two wolves playing with each other in a similar way. One was light brown and the other gray. Just as the light brown wolf went to pounce on her companion, Brittany felt fur nuzzling against her neck. She nuzzled the dark brown wolf back, before finally gazing into the wolf's brown eyes. Eyes that Brittany has seen before. Eyes she could never forget.

"I love you, Brittany," Santana's voice filled her head. Brittany smiled and was about to reply to Santana, when her alarm pulled her from her reverie.

Brittany groaned at the loud high pitched sound and quickly turned it off. It's funny, because she doesn't remember the alarm ever being that loud. But, the twelve year old girl just got up and got ready for another day of seventh grade.

But, something was different this one this January day. Brittany felt weird. Her sick was crawling, it was almost itchy. But, things have been weird for Brittany for a couple of days now. First, there were the dreams. Last night's dream had only been the most recent, but all this week she dreamt of running in the woods and hunting rabbits and deer. Then there was a weird fluctuation of her strength, agility, and speed. Once minute she'd be in gym class running laps at a normal pace, then she'd be super fast for a moment, before slowing down to a normal speed. The last weird thing was that for the last three days she's been super horny. Not that Brittany's never been horny before, but she's never been masturbating several times a day horny. It was really distracting.

Brittany knew what these signs could mean. Normally, when a hereditary werewolf, like herself, experienced these things they were about to change. But, Brittany knew that it's impossible for her to change right now; she's too young. Hereditary werewolves usually make their first changes at the cusp of adulthood, namely between the ages of sixteen and nineteen. There have been some old stories of wolves making their change younger, but there was no way that Brittany could be one of them.

But, Brittany somehow made it through her day at school, trying not to squirm and scratch like crazy. When she got home, Brittany just pulled off her winter jacket, the one she wore just to blend in, because as a wolf pup, she couldn't feel the cold. It's a werewolf thing. They have no problem with intense cold and can handle heat better than the humans.

Brittany headed upstairs to start her homework and to get ready for when her parents will leave to go run after they change tonight. There is something just engrained in hereditary werewolves to prepare for the full moon, even if they haven't changed yet. Children fall asleep early and no one causes any trouble. It's just the way things are.

Brittany quickly ate dinner with her mom, dad, and three year old sister then headed back upstairs to change into pajamas. It might be weird for any normal person to change into night clothes before six, but the moon will rise soon and Brittany knew that meant time for bed.

But, instead of growing tired like she would usually be right now, Brittany found herself anxious. Still, she just sat at her window and watched the sun go down. That's when it hit. It started in her torso, and it felt like all of her internal organs were moving around. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. That lasted for only a moment before what felt like a fire shot through her body.

"Mom, Dad," Brittany cried out. Something's wrong. This pain was way too much to handle. She heard her parents run to her door. With their wolf hearing, she knew that they would have heard her call. Brittany just grabbed her stomach and tried to will the pain away.

"What's going on," her mother asked.

But, her father figured it out quickly. "She's changing."

"But, she's too young."

"Apparently not."

Brittany wanted to scream out. She couldn't be changing; it's too soon. But, the crunching and twisting of her bones and fire in her veins prevented her from speaking.

"Don't fight it," her father's voice rang inside her head. Werewolves are telepathic. They can communicate by sending their thoughts to other wolves. But, that's one of the other skills they don't receive until their bodies start the process of becoming a wolf. "It will only make it harder." Her parents quickly pulled off her clothes to help ease the transformation.

Brittany relaxed her body as much as she could as tears of pain poured down her face. This was surely torture. Her legs shortened, arms stiffened, fingers shrunk into the palms of her hands while her nails elongated. She could feel her torso constrict and face distort as her teeth grew longer and sharper. A tail burst out from her body as it began to grow pale fur. Brittany held her breath as the last few seconds of the agony sent shockwaves throughout her body, and then just like that, it ended.

When Brittany opened her eyes, she saw her parents in their gray wolf form. They both smiled a wolf smile at her as her mother nuzzled her neck.

"You're beautiful," her mother's voice sounded in her head. "Come see." With that, her mother led her into the bathroom to stand in front of the full length mirror.

Brittany stared at her reflection for a moment. Her blue eyes glowed with her white fur. That's when Brittany did a double take. She was a white wolf. That was one of the rarest colors for a werewolf pelt. In fact, there were three colors that were extremely rare, and meant that the wolf was a dominate alpha, to be treated with respect and status. These colors were white, black, and red. And often werewolves with those color pelts change before adulthood, closer to puberty. Just like her.

Brittany whined as she realized what everything meant. Things were going to change. She was a full werewolf now and therefore had new obligations to her pack.

"This is a good thing," he dad told her. "You are more than we could ever expect. But, why didn't you tell us that you showed the signs of changing."

"I didn't really realize I had," Brittany informed them. "I mean I knew these things were happening, but I thought I was too young to change. I was wrong."

Her father just nuzzled her, until her mother reminded them that it was time to say goodnight to Heather, Brittany's little sister. Her mom and dad quickly went into Heather's room first and licked her goodnight. When they left the room, Brittany did the same.

"Brit," Heather smiled and reached out to pet her. "You changed." Brittany just grunted in reply, and licked her goodnight before heading out to the pack grounds with her parents.

Yes, this was a big night for Brittany.