Jumped: Leo POV

"Cyrus?"

The call had suddenly cut off. There weren't any dead zones in the school as far as I knew. Maybe he'd accidentally hung up. But he would have texted me or called back. He wasn't extremely 'tech-savvy' because he spent most of his time locked away by that Marren bastard, but he'd mastered texting fairly quick. I had a bad feeling. I looked through the rearview at Jax and Fin,

"Hey, I'm about to go inside and get Cy."

They pulled away from their make-out session and Jax gave me a questioning look,

"I thought he was on his way out?"

"He was, but the call cut off."

Jax shrugged his shoulders,

"'Kay and. He's a big, strong boy. He knows how to make it out to the car."

I growled softly in irritation, causing Fin to raise an eyebrow with a serious expression,

"What's got you riled up?"

Though he was asking out of friendship, there was a warning in his tone. I couldn't blame him since I'd just growled at his mate, even if it was nonthreatening,

"I've got a bad feeling I can't shake. It's probably just me over thinki-"

"No, let's go. You've always had the best instincts out of all of us."

Fin was already out the door, pulling Jax by the hand with him. I climbed out as well, and we headed towards the door. Before I could even reach for the handle, I felt waves of a strong alpha's aura. Jax stepped back, his beta blood reacting to it instantly. I, on the other hand, recognized the aura immediately, even though I'd only felt it once. It was Cyrus. I knew because I felt the same thing when he almost lost it on Nico's Beta. I growled loudly and almost ripped the door off the hinges. My senses filled with a mixture of the metallic smell of blood and Cy's intoxicating scent. I felt my eyes shift in color and my canines extend, my wolf pushing forward, wanting to get to our mate. I followed the scent down a few different hallways before I came to the source.

Cyrus was backed into the lockers, surrounded by seven people in a semi-circle. All of them had some sort of make-shift weapon and they were doing their damnedest to get in solid swings. Cy's eyes glowed pale blue while he snarled, flashing his extended canines and fighting back with claws, fists, and kicks. There were three lions and four jaguars, from what I could smell since none of them had shifted. Cyrus was doing his best, but he was clearly favoring his left arm, which hung limply at his side. There was blood on his collar and he swayed slightly after dodging or throwing punches.

The growl I let loose at the sight reverberated through the floors, causing Cyrus' eyes to flicker to mine with relief. The jaguar, who I now realized was Tyler, took advantage of the moment and slammed his pipe into Cy's chest. The sickening crunch I heard was enough for me to lose it. I ran at full speed, throwing caution to the wind. Grabbing Tyler by the throat, I threw him aside. Fin tackled a lion, while Jax begins to pummel another with a quick fire of well-aimed punches. After kicking Tyler even further away before he could recover, I turned and punched unsurprisingly, Justin in the throat. Twice.

He fell to his knees, struggling for air. I started to kick him aside like his Alpha when I heard the clang of metal on bone. Turning, I saw Cyrus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell to the side while Carter stood over him with a triumphant glare. I covered the distance quickly, punching Carter in the shoulder, dislocating it. The second punch was to his face. He growled in pain and dropped the crowbar in his hand. I picked it up and hit him in the stomach like I was swinging for a home run. He, too, hit the ground. Noticing that their ringleaders were pretty incapacitated, the three lions decided to book it. The random jaguar, who I think was named Miles, realized he was now outnumbered and did the same. I wasn't concerned with them, though. I rushed over to Cy's unconscious body. He was on his right side with a nice puddle of blood forming under his head.

His breathing was shallow, but rhythmic. I don't think his lung was punctured. I carefully ran my hand along his chest and counted at least two broken ribs. His arm felt broken as well. Thankfully, nothing he wouldn't heal from. But I still needed to take him to the pack doctor so the bones could be set correctly. I carefully lifted him into my arms and started to head out of the school. I stopped next to Tyler,

"You obviously have a death wish, which I will happily grant. Trust me."

He made a 'tch' sound in response, and I swallowed the urge to beat him into a coma. Cyrus was going to start to heal soon, and he needed his bones set. I continued walking until I reached my car. Jax was there, thank the Mother, and he opened the back door. I laid my baby in the backseat, careful not to move his body too much. As I slid out, I turned to see Jax and Fin standing behind me,

"Thanks for the backup."

"What type of friends would we be otherwise?"

Jax smirked before flicking a worried glance to the backseat,

"Is he gonna be okay?"

I nodded,

"The most serious wound is the concussion he most likely has, thank the Mother."

I mumbled the last part and looked back myself before turning back to them,

"I'll call you guys when he wakes up."

They both nodded before heading off to, most likely, Jax's car, hand in hand. I jogged to the driver's side and got in. The entire drive home, I made it my goal to keep it as smooth as possible, not wanting to encourage any other bones to snap out of place. When we pulled up to the packhouse my Dad was outside talking to Aerin and Miguel, the second of the three head warriors. As I got out of the car, all three took in my appearance and started walking over. I glanced down and saw that my shirt was disheveled and I had a splotch of blood from where Cyrus' head had rested while I carried him. I wasn't too focused on it, though. I quickly moved to the backseat and carefully pulled Cy into my arms. As I got out and kicked the door closed, I was met with three concerned, questioning, and shocked stares. I went around them quickly,

"Later, I need to get Cyrus to the infirmary."

It was all I offered as I continued my way towards the medical building. Thankfully, the doors were automatic and slid open once I was close enough to activate it. Marie, one of the pack doctors, looked up from the reception computer and rushed over to me,

"What happened?"

"He was jumped. They had blunt weapons. I think he has a broken arm and few broken ribs. He probably has a concussion too."

As I spoke, Jayce, a nurse, came in with a gurney. I laid my baby down, reluctantly. Marie and Jayce sent me quick sympathetic smiles before they started to rush off down the hall. Jayce turned quickly,

"We're gonna run a few tests and set his bones. I'll mind link you if there's anything serious and when he's settled into a room."

I nodded and, not knowing what to do with the excess pent-up energy, I crossed my arms and paced.

"Son?"

I turned towards the voice and saw the same trio that had met me at my car. I took a breath and stood still, settling for tapping my foot instead. After some moments of silence, my Dad spoke again,

"What happened, son?"

I took a breath,

"Cyrus got jumped while he was leaving detention. It was seven guys and all of them were armed. Nothing sharp, just blunt weapons. Still enough to do damage. Especially since he was outnumbered"

Aerin's eyes narrowed,

"Who jumped him?"

"Some asshole students that felt that rogues make great targets."

My Dad's eyes flashed amber,

"I'm reporting this to the school's administration. This is unacceptable."

"Why bother, they won't care. Most of the adults are prejudiced, anyway."

I was now running my hands through my hair in frustration. The trio looked at me cautiously,

"Look, to be honest, I'm not concerned with whatever the school may or may not do."

My Dad raised a questioning brow. I was being honest. I could care less about the fucking teachers or principal. The top of my list of priorities was preventing Cyrus and I from committing murder. Cyrus more than me. Cyrus could cover his emotions well and, though he had a lot of self-control, he also had an explosively vicious temper. Though I was sure I'd be able to calm him down, there was no guarantee I'd be there when he lost it. I growled in frustration and began to pace again, waiting for Marie or Jayce to contact me.