Siberia January 1887

The wagon was cold, freezingly so, and the young was struggling to bring her baby into the world. The father, a large blonde feral man kneeled next to the tiny woman. She couldn't have been more than 14, but she looked at the man with unfailing trust. He was worried. She had already been trying for so long.

"Viktor…" She breathed out. He growled a little to let her know he was listening. "Don't let her die." From his simple look she knew he promised. She was exhausted. He knew this. He helped her sit up and she bore down one last time. The baby appeared in a rush of blood and liquid. He gently picked up the wailing infant setting her in her mother's arms. The girl looked down at the beautiful little girl. Her eyes opened and her mother saw the golden eyes. She looked at Viktor with her own golden orbs. He looked back at her gently growling. She put the little girl in his arms before she began to change, golden fur covered her body, a tail grew, her ears pointed. A tiny golden wolf appeared. Viktor put the infant next to her and she changed also into a tiny pup whining and hungry. She soon found a teat and began to nurse. Viktor morphed into a gigantic blonde wolf, nudging his fur wrap over the three of them as curled around his little family, his huge frame dwarfing both of theirs. Their daughter was safe and warm while the deadly snow pounded on their little wagon.

Kaeli woke to the sun on her fur. She opened her golden eyes and stretched out her tiny frame before changing back into her curvy girl form and went to retrieve her clothes.

"Hey, I'm John." A young man said walking up beside her and eyeing her round breasts and curvy thighs.

"Hmmm." She said walking along attempting to ignore him.

"Need help finding your classes?"

"I'm not a student."

"Oh, have you graduated already?"

"Something like that." She went inside the cool building and walked along the hallway. She smelled Logan…

"Anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?"

"Yes." She said as if it was an everyday occurrence, which it kind of was.

"You want to go out sometime?"

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

He grabbed her arm. "Come on…" He begged.

She growled. "Touch me again and I'll show you my claws."

A hand appeared from behind her and she smelled Logan's musky scent. He pushed the young man aware from her. "Watch it, Bub."

Eyes flicked between the short girl and the large man before he backed off. Kaeli smiled and turned putting her arms around him, growling softly. He ignored her for a second watching the boy's retreating back, before slipping one arm around her. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He raised an eyebrow. "Ok, well, they were making me share a room with four other girls. I spent the night outside."

He smirked. "We'll have to do something about that." He leaned in softly biting at her neck.

"We're in the middle of the hallway."

"So?" He growled. "No one's going to tell me what I can or can't do to you."

She just chuckled as he kissed her lips and pulled her closer to him one hand over one plush, round breast, the other grabbing her backside.

A cough sounded in the otherwise deserted corridor. Logan sighed turning and scowled at the offending party. Kaeli recognized the redheaded doctor. "That is not appropriate behavior for a school. She said disapprovingly. "You should be in class, Kaeli."

"I already told you, Red, I'm not going to class and I'm not sharing a room with a bunch of kids. You're crazy if you think you can tell me what to do."

"I'm just looking out for what's best for you." And obviously she didn't consider Logan in that category.

"Hey," Logan growled. "You already stuck your nose in something that wasn't your business. Actually you people have done that more than once. Who the hell gave you the right to put her in a room with a bunch of kids and tell her she has to go to some class?"

"History is important."

"Yeah, Red," Kaeli snorted. "I know more about history than you do."

"That is a judgment call."

"No, it's fact." Logan growled. "You assume you're dealing with a kid. Looks can be deceiving."

Somehow they ended up in 'The Professor's' office. "It's nice to meet both of you." He said kindly. "Kaeli, perhaps you could tell us a little bit about your education."

"My father taught me to read and write and how to fight. I was taught dancing, counting, and seduction by an aunt. I was taught how to block mental invasion by an uncle, taught how to read palms and use a crystal ball by my grandmother. I was taught how to ride a horse and handle a team by my cousin. Taught acrobatics by another cousin. I learned politics and law at the University in Kiev. I was taught the code of the Samurai by a Shogun in Japan. I spent a year at the University in Paris learning about art and history, another year at Oxford studying arithmetic and science. I learned nursing and joined the Red Cross. I can speak, read, and write Russian, French, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Mandarin, Latin, Italian, Greek, Arabic, Hebrew, Korean, and German."

There was silence for a moment. "How old are you?"

She just looked at him calmly. "I will be 114 in January."

"Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Well, you people seem to enjoy sticking your noses places where they don't belong. Why give you that satisfaction?"

"Why be treated as a child when you are not?"

"I doubt they would believe me. I already told them I don't share."

"With no one?"

"Only with my husband." It was then Jean noticed the silver ring on the girl's ring finger.

Logan smirked a bit. "But it's more fun having all of you think I'm some child molester."

"Now, if you'll excuse us," Kaeli said standing a little awkwardly. "We're leaving."

"When's the baby due?" The Professor asked.

Kaeli stopped and looked at the man. "November."

"So soon?"

"We only carry three months."

"Don't you want to be somewhere safe to deliver the baby?"

Logan knew Kaeli had a fear of dying from complications. He didn't want to stay, but he would do anything for Kaeli and their unborn child she was carrying. "Maybe for a bit, if we can have our own room."