Kyle had spent the last four days in a fury, snarling and breaking anything he thought might be halfway important to the elder. He had been avoiding Jason entirely, and in the few times he had to be in the gentleman's presence, he had delivered the most hateful of glares and threatening of growls. To say that he was not a happy feral was an understatement, Kyle was simply livid, feeling betrayed and lied to. Stupid Gibs had been taken for a fool once more, and the only person he currently hated more than Jason was himself.
He had not been working out, as really, what was the point? He was not going to be fighting, so why bother? It did nothing to help his current situation as it simply allowed his rage to simmer and build, leaving him restless and eager for destruction. He had been sleeping very little and had driven everyone, even Sean away by swiping a hair's breath away from the faces with razer sharp claws, directing his rage at anyone who would come close enough to be considered a target. Seemed the feral was well on his way to degenerating back into a full on animal once more.
His restlessness and anger had kept him from sleeping much at all, he locked away in the gym, as it was the only place he truly felt he belonged in the manor. It was late at night, he clawing away at one of the giant trunks in the gym, carving deep scars in it as he lashed out, trying to relieve his rage, wondering the state of Violet, wondering why the hell he had listened to the old man's lies once again. He was smoldering in his rage when a scream touched his enhanced senses.
He froze solid a moment, tensing and perking up as he tried to place it all. It took only a few seconds for it to register as Jason's strained voice, and the mutt was off in a flash. Yes, he hated Jason at the moment, yes he was enraged and betrayed and disgusted, but he still recognized that his fate was very reliant on Jason's well being. And perhaps more importantly, beneath all the rage and betrayal, Gibney still wanted to trust the man, still wanted to believe that this was all some big misunderstanding.
Wild Child snarled as he sprinted on all fours across the manor, eyes flecking with gold as his lips peeled back, showing sharp, dangerous fangs, claws shredding the ground as he ran. He raced down the hall and all but exploded into Jason's room, throwing the door open with his shoulder as he rolled into the room, coming up in a crouch, arms spread with his claws fully extended, roaring as his eyes shot around the darkened room, trying to locate the threat. Trying, searching, ready to lunge, attack and kill... and there was nothing...