Chapter Thirty-one

I was back in my hound form.

And don't even start lecturing me for it, I was far more comfortable that way.

Furthermore, what was worrying me more was Leonel. He was, in a way that… how should I say it? He was too much for me to take on right now. Since the Queen fight he changed upside down with me, and a lot of theories surged up in my mind, like; did he hit his head hard during the fight? Or did I hit his head in the middle of my frenzy? Or even, maybe the Queen melted his mind to pudding, and now he was retarded?!

Or he could be possessed by some evil spirit, no no, even worst, the evil spirit could have taken his form and have been pretending to be him all this time! Then maybe the real Leonel was in danger somewhere!

Ok, maybe I went a little far on that one, but who knows?

It was suspicious however… Making me keep an eye on him, three eyes to be exact.

At least his aura didn't change, so he should be the real Leonel, right? So he was retarded? Ugh.