On getting closer to the kids, Leslie saw that they were even younger than she thought.
The bullies looked to be ten years or in their early teens. The child on the floor was just too young, he looked as though he was six or five.
“Pathetic,” she muttered.
“What did you say?” One wolf the preteen asked.
“No” another contested, “who are you? What are you doing in our territory?”
“Are you a rogue?” Another asked, excitement in his voice.
Leslie raised a hand to stop them, “If I were a rogue, you all would be dead by now”.
“Not if we know how to protect ourselves,’ ano– , no, the second one said.
'They were delusional kids' Leslie shook her head.
Tilting her head, “I don't know about others, but I know what I am,”
“And what's that?” The second one asked again.
“I'm not a bully,”.
