For the last few days, Leon had been feeling itchy and irritable, snapping at anything that so much as moved. Even his infamous temper paled to what he was experiencing now. Jill said it was because he was sexually frustrated. He got so angry he wanted to grab her by the throat and squeeze.
He quickly beat a retreat before he could indulge any such thoughts about his partner.
This wasn't him. He'd never do that. Not even to D. He put away people who did those things. He didn't do those things himself.
Maybe he was sexually frustrated?
'Somethings wrong-'
No. Nothing was wrong. So what if he was a little more grumpy than normal? He'd always had a bad temper. It had gotten him in trouble a lot in high school. Plus, he reasoned, it had just been a really bad day. There had been a really gruesome homicide involving a family with young kids.
And he was so itchy all the time. He suspected it was something he picked up with that mutt from a week or so ago.
Leon sighed. He was so tired. He absentmindedly scratched at his beard. He needed a shave. Which was odd because he shaved literally this morning. He shouldn't be having a five o'clock shadow.
He was so tired. He yawned and made his way home.
He turned on the radio.
"Remember folks, tonight's going to be another wonderful full moon, so beware those werewolves." The radio anchor laughed.
Leon scoffed. "Werewolves. Hah. That'll be the day. Then again, with D you never know."
He pulled into his apartment complex and made his way up to his room.
He was so damned hungry. He wondered if he had anything meaty in the fridge. He doubted it. He had been in a weird mood the last week and hadn't wanted to go to the supermarket. Even the thought of going near large crowds of people made him want to snarl.
D made his way through the forest, the fabric of his clothes whispering over the ground. He walked with a sure step, following a near-invisible trail.
Suddenly, he stopped, listening.
Something snarled. He didn't move.
Something was circling, moving around him.
It growled.
It lunged.
D caught it around the middle and looked down at the unhappy wolf in his arms.
He smiled. "Hello, Leon."