You were a violent hybrid. With everything you'd gone through he didn't blame you for it. But you were dangerous. Bites, scratches - Leon had been to the hospital more times than he could count. No matter what amount of training you never got better. You flinched like he was attacking you.

Everyone had told Leon to muzzle you. It was inhumane and unethical but unless he wanted you gone indefinitely it seemed to be the only option. Leon had denied it for months, but he couldn't handle it anymore. He stares solemnly at the muzzle in his front seat before exiting his car and stepping inside.

"Sweetheart? I'm home."