For Supernatural October could I please request a scenario where a werewolf Kuroo accidentally finds out his s/o is a shapeshifter and is trying to tell her about his own ability. Thank you so much of your able!

Less accident, more unexpected but I hope you like it nonetheless

Kuroo hissed in pain. “Well, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he grunted to his captor, eyes narrowing at the silver blade glistening in the swinging low light. But before he could be cut again, an explosion caught both their attention.

Standing in front of a newly formed hole in the brick was another werewolf, though much smaller than either of the males despite their still being in human form. She growled, eyes glowing red, claws descending as she took a step towards Kuroo’s tormentor.

Kuroo’s eyes widened as her scent washed over him.

“________?” he asked despite his certainty.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him, just kept her prey in sight. With a low snarl, she charged forward, slamming head long into the stomach of the other male.

He grunted. “I knew you’d come! And now I’m gonna show you why no one leaves me, you stupid bitch!”

Kuroo struggled against his bonds harder, cursing and shouting for her to get out of here while part of his mind focused on the fact that he’d not known until this moment she was one of his own kind! Did she know he was too? Or did she think he’d just gotten caught up in this world?

He couldn’t see behind him, but he could hear the fight, its brutality flashing in his mind’s eye and he couldn’t help assume things were going badly for her. A final howl of pain, deeper than expected, indicated the end and Kuroo couldn’t keep his incredulity off his face as she came back into view, fur matted with blood and breathing heavy. She was wounded, that was for sure, but she was alive and he let go of the breath he was holding.

Their eyes met, hers full of sorrow but before Kuroo could open his mouth to thank her, much less explain his own true nature, she was gone in a blur into the night. Did she…really just leave him strung up? Twenty minutes later, when Kenma and Yamamoto showed up, he learned they received “an anonymous” tip on where to find him.

“What the hell happened, Kuroo?” Yamamoto practically shouted as he undid his binds.

“What’s it look like?” snapped their pack leader. “I got ambushed then left with that asshole.” He pointed to the mass of guts and fur on the floor. “And then ________ showed up and-”

“________?!” Yamamoto screamed. “Where is she? Is she ok?”

“She’s the one who saved my ass!”

Kenma’s eyes widened, Yamamoto’s mouth fell open and Kuroo rubbed his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his fellow wolves. “Look, thanks for coming, but I gotta find her. She’s one of us and she doesn’t know it.”

“She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf?” Yamamoto asked, scratching his head.

Kenma groaned. “No, she doesn’t know we’re werewolves.”

Kuroo morphed into wolf form, tearing into the night, following her scent easily. Before long, he found her, back in human form, crouched before the river. He could smell her tears and stress and his heart cracked at her turmoil. Sensing his presence, she stood rapidly revealing her skin now clear of the blood and guts from her kill showing she’d bathed in the rushing cold water. A shiver racked her body, but she remained firm, eyes hard as she stared him down.

Before she could morph again, Kuroo shifted back into human form. Her eyes grew wide, hand covering her mouth. Without a word, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. They both winced at the impact, but neither was willing to let go.

“I…I….I didn’t know, I thought you’d be…I don’t know.” She can’t speak, words mixing and tripping over each other.

“Shhhh, it’s ok,” he soothed, hand smoothing down her wet hair. Pulling back, he looked at her, one large hand covering the side of her face. “Thanks for saving me,” he said grinning, leaning in to nuzzle her nose.

She shook her head, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe he did that, I…I’m so sorry Kuroo.”

“That was your former alpha I’m guessing?”

She nodded, eyes casting to the ground. He tilted her head back up, mouth covering hers in a long deep kiss. Against her lips he whispered, “Now that you know the truth about me and I know the truth about you…and we love each other this much, do you…will you be my omega?” His teeth grazed her skin, fangs teasing. “Will you let me mark you?”

“Yes, but not here,” she replied, crowding closer to his body, seeking heat and comfort.

“Fine by me,” he agreed but they remained where they were, the reality of the situation overcoming them both. There was time later for what he was proposing, but in that moment, they just wanted to hold each other, thankful for their lungs still inhaling the cold night air and their hearts beating in tandem for love and devotion to one another.