Chapter 1
Logan sniffed the air experimentally. He was outside in the forest behind his cabin, looking for something to hunt. His cabin was situated just 5 miles away from the mansion; Xavier had given it to him as a stress-buster gift. Yes given it to him. Logan had been insanely grateful for the cabin, but as usual his gruff indifference replaced his shock so fast it was barely notable. But Xavier wasn't fooled, obviously. His mutation had allowed him to see the un-familiar emotions roll of Logan and Xavier was happy just to experience that.
Logan reflected on Xavier's generosity before the scent of a deer broke him out of his reverie. He crouched down, his body hidden by the underbrush and sniffed the air as the wind blew in his face. Logan grinned-downwind. Brilliant. He could hear the sickly doe snuffling around the moss and her breath puffing out into the mist. Logan's mouth watered, his claws slid out and he bunched his muscles preparing to spring. The deer's head snapped up and let out a nervous huff of air, he leapt up then-roaring and shaking leaves from his hair, his eyes a light pulsating yellow. The dear raced away snorting and leaping through the forest, the dappled sunlight flashing on her similarly dappled back. He sprinted after her, hurtling over tree stumps and fallen logs, a growl deep in his throat and his claws slashing at the overhanging branches.
The deer veered left and that gave him an advantage, he roared and drew closer to her-his nostrils flaring. He only let himself go wild in the secluded area of forest around his house. Hunting let the wolverine free and provided meat too, this was why Xavier had let him have the cottage. He was nearly upon the deer now, sweat trickling down his neck and arms, his muscles bunching and springing. Adrenaline pumped through him as he prepared to leap. And then he stopped- the dirt flying around him as he skidded to a halt. The deer looked behind her as she galloped off lithely into the distance, breathing deeply in relief-she would live another spring.
Logan was in some sort of frenzy, his pupils nearly completely dilated and his breathing heavy. His lips had drawn back and his nostrils flaring, the scent sending him over to insanity. The scent of the most delicious female filled his nostrils and he growled lowly. He sniffed the air deeply, inhaling what smelt to him like summer light, juniper and fruit- the most lethal combination. Where had she come from? He had never sensed another feral female in these parts before, why was she suddenly here. He smelt again, drawing it into his lungs and imprinting it into his brain- she was his. He needed to get to her before another male did and by the way she smelled- it would probably be likely. He snarled and followed the scent, striding through the forest and crashing through the trees.
To his surprise, it led to the mansion and he stopped at the gates. He paused for a minute, curiosity overtaking his mind. He pressed the intercom and Storm's exotic voice answered "hello?" Logan considered what he was going to say, he hadn't used his voice in three months. "It's me, Logan", Storm let out a surprised intake of breath and then answered "Logan? Wow it has been a while. How have you been? Oh sorry, the gate!" The gate hummed and hissed, and Logan tensed on instinct and relaxed as the gate eased open, he strode in confidently, but his eyes were incredibly aware as he tried to fine any source of danger. Or males. He walked up to the gate and Xavier answered looking amused and concerned simultaneously. Shit Logan thought in mirth. The bastard knew what he was thinking. Shit Logan thought again as Xavier smiled slowly, having heard Logan call him a bastard. "Logan, what a pleasant surprise. How has the cabin been holding up for you?" "Dandy" Logan grunted, peeking over his chair to catch a glimpse of the female. Damn, know one just a large mahogany staircase that spiralled upwards. He heard something then, a faint growl that communicated fear and then he smelt her. The smell contained a large proportion of fear and he growled as he smelt the aggressive scent of a male opponent. "Logan" Xavier snapped and Logan snapped out of his possessive trance, but his growl remained. "It's Rogue." Logan's head whipped around and his lip curled. "What?" the professor gulped and explained "Rogue's skin mutation was treated but a new mutation took its place, one like yours". Logan's mind was reeling, "one like mine, does she have the claws?" The professor hesitated. He could hear Logan's mind and knew how determined he was- he could do nothing to see what happened. He trusted Logan. "Does she have the claws?" Logan accentuated slowly, growling in warning. "No, she doesn't but she is incredibly feral, and it comes out in times of violence, defence or any type of strong emotion. She has done remarkably well and we have allowed her to start her teaching again..." He trailed off and gasped. Logan had heard some sort of commotion in the teaching room. The teaching room of self defence. "Quick Logan, don't let her hurt herself or anyone else". But Logan had already disappeared, striding up the stairs growling. If anything had happened to her, he would kill them. Slowly. Her scent saturated the room as he stepped in and then he saw her.
Her hair was a wild tangle of seaweed, her face flushed, her face pulled up in an aggressive snarl. But her body was facing away from the boy in the room, suggesting a defensive posture. Her eyes were wild and yellow, the pupils narrowed to slits and her fangs protruding from her curled lips. The blood went straight to his groin in arousal and challenge, a low growl rasping in his throat. He managed to get the stupid boy out of the room and then slowly faced her. She growled at him and maintained eye contact in challenge as he approached her. That was not acceptable behaviour from her and then she snarled. Even he was a little frightened of that sound, shocked that someone so little could produce such a reverberating sound. He didn't let that show though, but he did show his anger. A louder and more broken snarl bubbled out his exposed teeth and he saw her cringe back slightly and avert her eyes, whimpering. There he thought in satisfaction, and the whimpering sound of submission made him even harder. He growled as she approached slowly and cautiously, her eyes averted and whining softly. He rumbled his satisfaction as she showed appropriate respect and dropped to her knees.
But he hadn't been expecting the ultimate show of trust when she bared her long neck to him and his blood boiled, and then when she licked his stubbled cheek, he couldn't help himself and drew her into his arms. His chest reverberated with a pleasures purr as he stroked her satin cheek and gazed upon her face and lips, a true perfection. She rubbed her scent on him and the wolverine howled his approval. Know one could say that she didn't belong with him now, she was his. Mine. All he needed to do now was mark her, and then she said his name "Logan". Sounding so sad and forlorn and frightened that his lust vanished and instead the need to comfort her became stronger.