Chapter 1
Hollyleaf didn't think she'd wake up. She figured if she did, she would be in Starclan – or worse. Oh, no, she screamed inside her head. I killed Ashfur! I killed Lionblazes mentor! She shook her head and tried to stand, but she felt heavy, cold and clumsy. And, what was that noise? Starclan, no! A small twoleg monster off the thunder path! It was getting closer and closer . . . she could see the bright light. . . She looked up at the sky, where Silverpelt was just showing up in the setting evening. "Oh, Starclan help me," she whispered.
Logan stopped his bike and took one last puff of his cigar before stomping it into the ground. Something wasn't right. He hated coming to these England woods in his long searches – for what? More intelligent life, as Chuck called it? Get real. But something was actually wrong right now. And then he heard it – soft, faint, and desperate. It almost sounded like a cat's meow. Only then did Logan see the collapsed cave in in the ground. He walked over to it and peered into it, shocked. There was a woman down there! "Miss, are you alright?" He called, and the woman shuddered in terror. "I won't hurt you," he called softly, lowering his self into the hole. He touched her bare back, and she flung herself over, hissing at him. "Calm down," he said gently. "You're okay."
She blinked. She looked at herself like she had never seen herself before. Her body was naked, and long, thick black hair flowed over her shoulders. Her green eyes examined her legs, and her arms. She looked up at Logan in shock.
"I can understand you!"
"And I can understand you," he replied. "Come on, you need some warm clothes and a meal."
"I'm a twoleg! Oh, Starclan, how could this happen to me!" She wailed hopelessly.
Logan picked her up. She didn't protest, just looked over herself with wide eyes. He set her gently on the ground next to his bike and pulled out some of his boxers, one of his shirts, and gave her his jacket. She looked at the items funny, so Logan helped her into his clothes. "Come with me," he said. "I have friends who can help you."
She hesitated as Logan got on the bike. "If we're both twolegs as you called us, then can't you trust me, darlin?" She hesitated a moment longer before swinging her leg over the bike. As they started to move, she clutched Logan, squinting her eyes closed. The hotel wasn't far from the woods, and he led her inside. He ordered room service for the girl, and her mouth started watering when she caught sight of the food. She dove in immediately.
"Whats your name, darlin'?" Logan asked as she ate.
"Holly," she said quickly. "What do I call you?"
"Uh, Logan."
There was a knocking on the door, and another man walked in. His dark eyes searched over the room, and Logan saw Holly shrink away. "Eh, Logan," the man said in a thickly accented voice. "Who's dis?"
"Holly," Logan replied. "Found her over near Sanctuary Lake. Holly, this is Remy. He's my partner."
Remy nodded at Holly. "She a mutant?"
"Dunno," Logan said, looking at Holly. "Are you?"
She swallowed some bread. "What's a mutant?"
"Guess dat answers our question, eh, Wolverine?" Remy lounged on the couch, throwing his feet up on the table.
Holly narrowed her eyes. "You twolegs have some strange names," she said blandly.
"Guess we do," Remy said with a shrug.
"We should get back to the French X-Corps building," Logan said, standing. "Pack it up, Gambit." Remy nodded and jumped up. Holly looked at Logan.
"I am confused. Are you Logan, or Wolverine? Is he Remy, or Gambit?"
"Both," Logan explained. "We're X-Men. My name is Logan, but on missions, I go by Wolverine. Remys name is Remy, but he prefers Gambit."
Holly didn't say anything, just went to the window. "We are on Windclan territory."
"Come again?" Logan asked.
And Holly told him all about Thunderclan, the Warriors, and her life.