Leon thought it was gone at first, that he got rid of it back in Spain a couple of months ago. His body ached and sweat was building on his forehead. The black veins were trailing up his skin once more. He could feel it taking control of him again. It gave him a strong desire to search for a mate.

It didn’t help that your smell was calling to him, either. Your scent was everywhere in his house since you came over to see him earlier that day. He almost lost control then, but he was able to keep it at bay. Barely.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. The scent of you just wasn’t enough. He needed the real thing.

He was glad that it was dark, that no one would notice him when he walked over to your home. He knew exactly where you kept the spare key, so he let himself in.

He made his way to your bedroom and noticed you were sound asleep. You looked so innocent like this, so in need of protection. He would make sure to keep you safe.

He lifted you with ease, careful not to wake you as he made his way with you back to his home. He laid you in his bed, his eyes wide in a feral like expression at the sight of his mate now in his home, slowly waking up.