Chapter 11 Sleepless: Leo POV

• Three days. That's how long it's been since my baby slept. It's been five days since the incident with Kyle and his lackeys. That night, as well as the next two, I awoke to Cyrus screaming. Begging incoherently, while tears streamed down his face as he clawed at his body. The third night, after I finally pulled him from his nightmare, I held him for an hour as his mind locked itself into a cycle of anxiety attacks and intense paranoia. That was the last straw, in his eyes, and so began his streak of insomnia. The next night, he simply refused to sleep. He laid in my arms, waiting for me to drift off and wake up again. When I tried to bring it up, he simply brushed it off, saying 'it'll pass'. It didn't stop me from worrying.
• The change in him from lack of sleep became more noticeable the longer it went on. He was extremely irritable and agitated with any and everyone that wasn't me. His usually emotionless face had turned into a permanent glare that threatened violence at the slightest word. He didn't hesitate to growl, snarl, or snap his fangs at anyone who breathed too loudly for his taste. Personally, I'd had to pull him from four fights before lunch one day. Above all else, he never left my side except to handle business in the bathroom. Otherwise, he was right there. Even during class.
• He'd walk in without giving a second glance to even the teacher, following behind me and sitting on my lap where he'd stay curled quietly until class ended. The first time he did this, the teacher had tried to protest but, despite the rules that stated the teachers were to be respected regardless of the rank of the student, the look he gave and the aura he exhibited quickly put a stop to the protests.