All your life you lived with a werewolf pack in the forest. Right outside of civilization. Many have come to see if the rumor was true; true that werewolves were in the forest. They never came back to their families.

You'd consider have somewhat of the opposite with your mentor's teachings. Always stalking along the hiking trails with him, just out of view. Something the pack leader would hate—banish—you for. Watching as they walked by, talking about relationships or issues.

Well, that was until a certain someone went into heat. Your mentor now becoming primal at best. Parents trying to keep you away from him for your safety. Safety my ass, you'd say. Leon being primal and aggressive wouldn't stop you from going to see him.

Like a good child, you snuck out. Sneaking into the treeline and into the forest. Careful to be 'sneaky' the best you could. Minutes in, you arrived at the spot where'd you and Leon would stalk humans. Finding him laying there with his head propped up by elbow, laying beside him to watch humans alongside him.

"Didn't your mommy and daddy tell you Leon needs alone time?" He snapped, his nose inches away from your face as his head turned. "Why are you here? Can't you see a man needs his 'me' time?"