"What do you think you are doing?" I shouted at him, trying to move away from him. Leon tightens his arms around my chest.
"I should be asking you the same thing," Leon said gruffly. I grew still in his arms from the sternness of his voice.
"What do you want?" I asked again.
"I do the talking you do the listening," Leon said, releasing me.
I don't reply, scared that he might do something to me. Leon had a dark look in his eyes; it gave me shivers down my spine. For the first time since I had met Leon, I felt like I was in danger around him.
"Why were you running?"
"I was running away from a wolf," I said truthfully.
"Do you believe it was a wolf?" Leon tilted his head to the side. His eyes were watching me carefully, like an animal looking at its prey.
"Yes."
"Are you telling the
