Leon was sick of the hybrid shelter. That's why he left with the first owner who showed any interest in him. He didn't pay too much attention. He was just glad to be gone and out of there, tired of the incessant yaps and whines the younger hybrids did anytime someone walked by their respective rooms. He was too old for that, the barking and whining. Outgrew that long ago after all the things he'd been through.

When Leon's new owner opened the front door to let him inside, he went rigid. His sensitive nose picked up on the scent of someone else instantly. One of those irritating puppy hybrids greeted him as soon as he opened the door. He was too distracted with getting out of the shelter that he didn't realize that his owner also owned a puppy hybrid.

Leon let out a growl, his ears laying back and tail coming to a stop as he looked down at you grabbing at the sleeves of his leather jacket. The happiness in your eyes and your rapidly wagging tail was too much. It made him feel bad. He used to be like that, too, once. But not anymore. He didn't think he could feel happiness like that again.

"Let go of me."