Leo could easily tear his classmates apart. He knew it and struggled not to do it on a regular basis. He didn't know why it should matter whether he did or he didn't, only that it should and it DID.
School had started up again and it had been a grand three days before he'd gotten caught up in the trouble that always came with a couple of the jocks. He wasn't trying to horn in on their territory. He didn't play sports. He had no interest in dating their girls. The only thing he could figure is that he was an easy target and they were too cowardly to do much else. He tried to run as soon as the bell rang but he only got as far as the school's back alley before someone grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and threw him against the brick.
He was, more or less, indestructible, but the violent motion knocked the air out of him with a wheeze. Brett; the captain of the lacrosse team, smirked down at him, kicking him roughly in the ribs before he had a chance to say anything. He whimpered out, swallowing a curse. His eyes flickered honey-gold but he bit the wolf down. They didn't know what they were doing. He couldn't be held responsible for injuring them. He couldn't draw attention to the supernatural element living directly under people's noses. "What a pussy. He won't even fight back..." His friend laughed and hauled Leo to his feet. He growled but that didn't do anything but earn him a harsh right hook. "Shut up you little fucker!"













