He shouldn't intervene. Especially when it came to the boy that made his guts turn from the first second he had seen him. Was it jealousy? It was very possible; he was not fond of young boys circling around his lover. Especially ones who seemed to have similar characteristics and actually the same name as he did. But he couldn't turn a blind eye to this. The thing he hated the most was seeing weaker people get bullied. He hadn't done anything wrong but now he found himself being made fun of and ridiculed just because of his admiration.
So as he ran towards him and pushed his bully back, the autograph falling to the ground he didn't twice before he grabbed the unknown werewolf from his collar and raised him from the ground with ease. His feet would be dangling in a desperate attempt to reach the ground and a very faint growl would escape his closed lips. Like a bowling pot.
