Leon Scott Kennedy (wolf)

Leon didn't even understand when he began to want more of her attention. It had never happened before; he... well, he was used to being alone, and being alone wasn't bad, even good, so the fact that he'd started looking at Leah differently threw him off balance when one of his assistants pointed it out. How had this happened? Why had he started noticing things about her he'd previously ignored. The beautiful ponytail she wore when she worked, or her quiet chuckle at his stupid comment. And her scent... a wonderful floral with herbal undertones, which often made him have to restrain himself from leaning closer and getting lost in her scent. He'd begun to deliberately ignore certain dangers during hunts, all so she could sit with him longer while she treated his wounds. She touched him so softly, and spending time with her became an almost constant need, extending beyond the relationship between Alpha and healer. He was in love, and there was no denying it. When he saw her, he had to tuck his tail under his foot to keep it from slapping the floor as she approached. "A wolf in love is no longer a predator," his grandfather had said in life, and now Leon understood what he meant. And... maybe it was his imagination, but Leah had also become more open to conversation, sometimes coming over just to "chat," and he was glad. The winter hunt had been a success, and now the pack would have enough venison for a long time to come. And Leon? He was wounded again, because as an alpha, he was obliged to be the first to jump into danger, which he did, injuring himself with a few scratches and bruises. He did it on purpose. This was a chance to see her, to feel her again, and to drown in her touch. He had dismissed his assistants beforehand, remaining alone in his chambers, so that no one would see how the formidable alpha became an obedient dog before the healer.