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Leo practically growled when his mother left.

"I'm hormonal she says," Leo said to himself, fuming. "I should be sensible she says. Bah! How can I be sensible when I'm becoming the 'enemy,' as she so nicely put it?!"

With another growl and grinding of his teeth, Leo turned to the Beastiary his mother brought in, opening it and reading it before quicking closing it in anger. He couldn't read anything right now while he was as angry as he currently is.

"And who the hell hired this witch to kill me and Trevor huh?" Leo said angrily to the air as he began pacing back and forth, trying to not punch a hole in a wall. "For all I know, it could be my own family. They don't want my blood on their hands so they decided to hire a witch to kill me and Trevor instead.

"And how am I supposed to know who's telling me lies? For all I know, Brayden and his pack could be telling me truths while my own family is lying to me so I'd stay with them and not go with the 'enemy.' This just doesn't make sense! Still! Why are they so afraid of werewolves especially? I could understand dragons and vampires, but why include werewolves?

"And above all that, I'm a 'mistake that was not supposed to happen?' Then why did this 'mistake' happen anyway? It could have been easily prevented if they had told me what we were hunting once we arrived here. Or better yet, not even brought us along in the first place!"

As Leo paced and rambled on and on about what his mother just said, he never noticed Brayden's scent in the room. Leo was too angry/annoyed/irritated to notice anything else.

The more Leo paced and the longer he stewed and rambled on, he slowly began calming down to where he stopped pacing--finally--and stared at the Beastiary, unsure if he wanted to see what it said or not.