Summary: Leon goes missing for two weeks and no one knows where he could be. Said agent wakes up in the woods feeling odd, having no memory of what happened before. It's not until a few days after being located that Leon notices some wolfy habits. Werewolf AU.

Disclaimer: Resident Evil or Biohazard belongs to Capcom.

Warnings: Non-beta-ed, Sexual relations, multiple types of sexualities, wolf behavior, violence, blood, and the lying government, OC

Authoress: Hello all~ I shouldn't be writing anything new but I've had this idea since completing RE 6. I loved the game by the way. I know everyone either loved or hated it. While RE6 did deviate a lot away from the classic horror that the series is known for, I at least think people should acknowledge the game had a good story (despite plot holes) and good gameplay. This story is set Post RE6 with Piers still alive! This is also my first fanfiction for the fandom by the way. ^_^

Strand 1

The smell of wet earth entered his nostrils. Leon's head was spinning. Where am I?

His senses were slowly coming back. Sounds and smells from the forest clouded his mind. He could hear birds chirping in the distance and feel the cold dirt beneath his back. He shivered.

Why am I naked? A slight panic crept through his nerves.

Leon slowly sat up. The agent looked around bewildered. He didn't remember anything from the previous hour let alone day. He was covered with a thin layer of dirt and didn't smell too nice. He looked at his bare body, checking for injuries or mysterious marks. Actually, his skin was unmarred and very smooth.

Too smooth in fact.

Leon felt his back and legs frantically. The scars from Raccoon City, Spain, and China were missing. His sluggish mind caught up to the ridiculousness of the situation and he paused.

"Something happened to me, didn't it?" Leon asked to no one in particular. Fate always did like to mess with the agent.

Leon stood up slowly. His legs wobbled a bit before they stood firm. The wind blew and the scent of gas hit his nostrils from a northeast direction. "I might as well get help and call Hunnigan."

~*Evil Lab*~

"Sir, the Alpha subject has just awoken." A man dressed in a white lab coat addressed his boss as he turned away from the computer screen.

The Boss was a man dressed in a simple blue business suit. His black hair was slicked back against his head. He wore plain black shades covering his top facial features. The boss walked over from the scientific papers he was reading to look at the gigantic computer screen mounted on the wall.

"Well, it seems everything was a success. How are his vitals?" The deep voice asked.

The man in the lab coat reported, "Vitals are normal, sir. No sign of transformation, except the healing ability has healed all previous damage done to the subject."

"Good. We can see what he does now that he's back in civilization. You have the tracker in him, right?"

"Yes, sir." The man pressed a button, switching screens. "The microchip will monitor his vitals and give us his location at all times. The earrings we gave him will also serve as our mini-cameras." One screen held Leon's vital signs and the other showed a pointed view of the forest Leon was in. Currently, the agent was walking out the forest to the side of the road.

"Excellent. Let's see what Project Lycanthropy's alpha can do."

"Leon where the hell have you been?!" Hunnigan screamed from office phone that the agent was currently using. "Do you know how many people we sent looking for you?!"

After being threatened with a gun and scarring customers for life, Leon convinced the Bp gas station owner that he wasn't some drunken pervert but a person that was lost and needed help. The owner was still skeptical but had brought Leon to the back of the store. He gave the naked agent a red flannel shirt and some jeans. Then the owner led him to the small office and said he could call for help on the phone.

"Well, that's the thing Hunnigan. I don't know." Leon started once the intelligence agent calmed down. "I woke up in the woods and according to the gas station owner I'm in Georgia."

"Hold on." Clicking from the keyboard could be heard. "You're in Valdosta, Georgia. Lowndes County."

"And that's where exactly…?" Leon says confused. Why would he be way down in Georgia? While his hometown was in Georgia, he didn't understand why he would be back. He had no family left to visit.

"At the border of Georgia and Florida." Hunnigan stated. "Leon, you've been missing for two weeks. Are you saying you don't remember a thing?" Hunnigan had a bad feeling about this. The agent wasn't irresponsible enough or weak enough to be captured easily.

"Two weeks?!" Leon placed a hand over his mouth in shock. He couldn't remember two weeks. It took a lot to shock (or scare) the DOS agent. Spending over fifteen years killing B. left little to be surprised at. However, it really bothered Leon that he couldn't remember anything for that long. "I don't remember a thing…" He whispered hoarsely.

"Calm down. What's the last thing you remember?" Hunnigan said, trying to calm herself and Leon down. Leon was not only a valuable agent but also a long time friend and partner to Hunnigan. She didn't like where this was going.

"I…" Black and white flashes of himself entering his apartment and falling asleep entered his mind. "I remember going to sleep in my apartment. I think it was after escorting the President to the University's Annual Art Galla."

"Ok, that's good." Hunnigan was typing away into the DOS databank, locating the agents missing person's profile. "The report says we contacted you three days after that but you never responded. We've sent DOS and BSAA agents looking for you since then."

"So, the government has been looking for me since two weeks ago?" Leon said, trying to piece information together. Everything was an absolute blank after falling asleep in his apartment bed. "Were there any clues to my whereabouts?"

"The report says that when they entered your apartment nothing was out of the ordinary. No signs of struggle were found and everything was there including your badge and wallet." Hunnigan read. "We suspect it was a kidnapping. Whoever did it were professionals."

Leon looked behind him as the gas station owner opened the door to the office. He looked skeptically at Leon. "Hey Hunnigan, will you send someone before I get killed by the gas station owner."

"I sent agents as soon as I found your location Leon." Hunnigan chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Wilson doesn't have a history of violence. The agents should be there soon."

After getting off the phone with Hunnigan, Leon explained to the gas station owner that he worked for the government and that agents would be here soon to pick him up. The gas station owner didn't believe Leon, thinking he was a crazy man. So, he took the agent by the arm and sat him on a stool near the store counter, telling him to wait for his "so called agents." Leon knew the man just wanted to keep an eye on him and complied. Thirty minutes later, Mr. Wilson, nearly had a heart attack when an armed jeep pulled up in front of the store.

As Leon and the gaping Mr. Wilson stepped outside the dingy shop, a familiar face popped up from behind the jeep's tinted glass window. The soldier was tall and super muscular. He was an older man with a dark scruffy beard that matched his disheveled brunet hair.

Chris Redfield now stood before the lost agent. "Jesus, Leon. Can you not be in trouble for less than a second?"

"Chris?" Leon said surprised. "They sent you to find me?"

Chris shrugged. "More so I volunteered."

"Really?" Leon said cockily. "Sounds like you missed me Redfield."

"Hah, you wish pretty boy." Chris said looking Leon up and down. "You look like shit."

"My shit looks better than you any day." Leon playfully said back. "Let's get out of Mr. Wilson's hair, alright?"

Chris nodded then looked at the bewildered gas station owner. "We'll be taking Mr. Kennedy off your hands."

Another agent dressed like Chris, came out from the back of the jeep. He was a much young man with darker brown hair than Chris. The agent's hair was longer in the front and spiked to the side; his skin had a dark golden tan. "So, this is the infamous Agent Kennedy. Captain?"

"Yeah, Piers. Don't let his cocky attitude rub off on you." Chris replied half serious. "Leon, this is Piers Nivans, my second in command."

Leon nodded his greeting to Piers. The agent's head was starting to hurt and a peculiar smell was bothering his nostrils.

Chris walked over and leaned close to Leon's ear and whispered. "When we get back, the higher ups want to talk to you."

Two things happened at once to Leon. The first thing Leon noticed was Chris' unique smell, sandalwood and cherry aftershave. The second thing was much more freakish as a growling (but something still understood) said pack. The blond agent decided to brush that aside for the moment. No need to have a panic attack in front of Mr. Wilson and the BSAA soldiers.

Once Chris straitened, he nodded once more to Mr. Wilson. Then the two government agents walked with to the jeep. As Piers opened the door to the back of the jeep for Leon, the blond agent smelled apple cinnamon. Somehow Leon had been on autopilot enough to situate himself in the middle seat, and when he snapped back to reality the resounding slam of the door and engine roaring to life affirmed he had a problem. The other two BSAA soldiers in the jeep didn't smell like Chris or Piers. Leon could smell cigarette smoke on one and green apples from the driver but both were not as distinctive as Chris' and Piers' smell. Is this how it's going to be for everyone? Leon thought. The same growl voice had also said Piers was pack.

Suddenly, an immense pain shot through Leon's whole body. Before the jeep could even pull out onto the main road, Leon screamed out in pain. "Ahhhhh!" Both of Leon's hands were knuckle white as he pulled at his hair, eyes screwed shut. There were too many sounds, sights, and especially smells. Leon could hear Chris calling to him before everything went black.

~*DOS Headquarters*~

Leon awoke with a groan, a pounding headache, and his body feeling like a truck ran over it. He had to stop ending up like that some day. His vision crossed as his eyes slowly opened. They felt heavy like lead. There was a bright light casted over him, mocking his attempt to get rid of the headache by blinking.

"Oh! He's awake." A feminine gasp somewhere to Leon's left said. Next he heard the clacking of heels going off into one direction.

Bright blue eyes fully opened and he turned his head slowly from side to side. Is this the hospital? Leon thought as he noted the various tubes and monitors around his bed. As he looked down his own body, he saw the awful bright green cotton gown they usually gave patients and tubes sticking out of him in various places. He gasped as he looked at his hand. There were four-inch pointy nails coming from his right hand, and they look horribly similar to claws.

Ending note: Leon is 36 now y'all O_O