Upon entering the hostel the reception was empty, I went up the stairs without any problems and noticed that my door was just leaning. I finished opening it and noticed that the bed was changed, the towels clean, and everything else to be expected was in place, but the message from the open door had been given… And, by God, I wouldn't have to go through that fear at night! Thanks James!

I grabbed a battered sweatshirt, my toothpaste and brush, and my washcloth, and locked the door with the key. Going to the bathroom that was open and, passing the door of my savior, knocked lightly and warned that I was going to the toilet, I heard an "ok" inside and so I was getting ready. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe how much my eyes were "gone" from crying. They were already small, but they looked like an oriental one; I also looked older… I almost didn't recognize myself in the mirror and it was at that moment that I said to myself, "I won't allow anyone to do this to me! I will not allow anything to be taken from me! Even more from someone without scruples! I am strong, I am much stronger than I think and I will draw strength from that moment. I will win!"

This self-affirmation cherished my Spirit and imbued with it I entered James's room; threadbare sweatshirt and flip flops. He was in sweatpants too, and all. If I had been at another time in my life, I could have complimented his mottled physique, but I only mentally wrote it down and the amount of hair on his chest. He looked me up and down and said, "That's it, girl! Whatever you found out, it worked better than any "therapy" I could do, congratulations! "- and held out my hand to have my recognition fixed in my mind.

"Nothing better than a good look in the mirror, right?" - I extended my hand too.

"In the mirror of the soul, huh?" - and winked. "Look, the couch I said was this one, much closer to the door and your bed is the one there, it's already waiting for you. They changed all the sheets, the room service here is very good, right? Make yourself comfortable, if you want to sleep, if you need to cry, if you need to talk, I'm here, girl." - and he threw himself on the couch, crossing his legs and placing his hands on the back of his neck, straightened, making me really comfortable in that giant double bed.

I felt an urgent urge to go to the bathroom and ran off, screaming where I was going and what was coming back. I could only hear a laugh from him, I hope that from the situation and not from me, I will never know… Upon returning, I took a general look at the room and saw that it had the same giant window as mine, the same curtains and the same view of the Rockies of the outside, with the moon between clouds appearing from time to time and showing the various trees behind that stretched out of sight.

I sat on the bed, intending to write down what happened to me, so that later my mind would not make up or complete sentences ... But as I started writing, I had to run back to the bathroom and, on my return, found James with a glass of water and a pill in his hand: "Do you want to stop this rush? Take this, okay?" and I didn't question it. I took both items and took them, thanking them and sitting back on the bed. He sat next to me, with some distance and pondered: "You know you're being very strong about all this, but you don't have to be strong, right? It's okay to talk more, expose possible weaknesses. If it's not me, it's your husband or boyfriend, you know? Or even with someone in your family. That's what you said: this is not Vegas, what happened here will accompany you for a while and it needs to be resolved, see?"

"Be cool, I looked in the mirror and decided I won't let a loser like that guy torment me, make me look tired, older or disillusioned. I have my family to talk to, but I don't know how much they need to know about it. I'll just find out when and if a depression hits, right?"- and I smiled, thanking him and trying to make him feel calm. I wasn't faking this improvement, I had really chosen to move on, as someone who listens to their own advice.

He went back to the couch more resigned and, for me, sleep was coming in such a way that I couldn't contain it for a long time, I wondered if that little pill had anything to do with it… Sleep was hectic but I had no idea, only after James told me the next day…

He also told me he was on the couch, and around midnight he heard footsteps in the hallway - I don't know how, since the door was extremely wide and prevented any sound! - and someone trying to force open my door. He said he let the person do all the work and that, upon hearing the door open, he quickly got up too, opening his and going into my room. It was John wanting to be pleased with what had happened ... My savior did not tell me the next day what he did or talked about, but the son of mr. Crow didn't wait for the investigators to come to the inn, he himself reported to the police station and reported that he had tried something against my consent…

What I experienced is this: In the midst of that disturbed sleep, I heard a scream again, this time it sounded really human, and it was in deep pain. When I got up suddenly, I could see James standing behind the curtain beside from the bed. He only waved his finger at me to keep silent and that's what I did... He looked back at the darkness that was sometimes brightened by moonlight and it was almost possible to hear rumors below the window, very close to us. My stomach knotted and I wanted to scream, but James sat on the bed and lightly covered my mouth with his hand as he continued to watch outside and, if I'm not mistaken, breathing deeply, as if searching some odor…

My mind was so tired from not getting enough sleep, from the rogues I had been through during the day that I no longer concatenated things very well, but if he really was able to do that, nothing prevented him from being the one I had thought from the beginning! James Howlett, a.k.a. Wolverine, a.k.a. Logan, a.k.a. One-eyed, a.k.a. Weapon X, and more!

When the sounds stopped outside and it was possible to see the movement of some trees far ahead, he removed his hand from my mouth and said: "We need to talk, girl...", still in a low voice.

"What the hell was that?! Someone was killed? It was a human scream of pain, wasn't it?!" were the only sentences I could make, wide-eyed and whispering, mimicking the behavior of the one who knew what he was doing.

"Look, I know it may sound bizarre, but I'm here to "hunt" this thing down, whatever it is and stop it from killing animals; I wish I could have done it before it killed someone, but I think I didn't have that happiness... Fact is, answering your questions: I don't know if it is the devil, but if it is so will be more complicated than I imagined, surely someone was killed, unfortunately, because it was a woman's cry and, I don't know if you noticed, but he was right below our window - I nodded my head - and it was enough for me to smell and record his scent - I made a "wtf?" face - to which he replied: "and that's what we need to talk about..."

"So let's talk, James!" - I nodded softly with my head.

"It can't be here, I don't want to take any risks… Can you take me to my car and go to a cabin near that lake before the pine forest? If you don't want to, I understand, ok? "

"Look, the walls and doors of this hostel are very thick, what risks could you take when talking here I don't understand... But I usually be a good judge of character and already noticed that yours is reliable, so I accept to go!" - he got in behind the screen and left with a white tank top over the gray sweatshirt he was wearing, sneakers and the car key:

"Great! Let's go!"- opening the door and waiting for me to put on my slippers.

It was still dawn, and the coolness of the autumn night was humid with the amount of trees in that place. The inn's front door seemed to be locked, but James had no trouble opening it with a small swipe, letting me through, then exited, tightening the car's control and unlocking the doors. This time, the urge to talk was such that chivalry had ceased to exist. He headed for the driver's side, all impatient, starting the car before I put on my seat belt.

This lake was about 8 minutes from the inn, but James did it in five. The cabin was off the road, taking a dirt trail that skirted the lake around a quarter of its circumference. It was all wood, made of very thick logs of dark wood and seemed to have long been without inhabitant. The break was abrupt and the imminence evident. He jumped out of the car and headed for the door, opening it with a key that was buried in a pot of cactus by the door. As we entered, I saw the fireplace just on the wall opposite the door, a five-seater sofa a little way from it, halfway between the fireplace and the door we had just entered. On the left side a heavy piece of leather hung from the ceiling separated the resting place and on the right side a small but complete kitchen finished the picture.

"Sit where you find it most comfortable, girl… Pointing at the couch" - I realized that there were species of wide cushions on the sides of the couch and a large cushion placed in front of the fireplace, with room for two people. Everything about this cabin was very intimate, cozy, the sofa was the only piece that deviated from this painting, allowing more people to gather. Friends, maybe? I thanked him with my head and headed for the same couch, closer to one side. My head was starting to throb with pain from the few hours of sleep… I instinctively put my hand on it and James headed for the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards and sipping a soluble coffee powder along with a chocolate powder and making a drink with it. Warm milk for both of us. Definitely, his movements denoted how much he knew this cabin and his silence how much he wanted to avoid this conversation…

"Look, are you sure I need to know what you have to tell me? In two weeks I'll be in Brazil, away from all this and all the "mess" that my vacation has become… Is it worth it? "- I tried to make conversation and ensure that I had no curiosity as to what he intended to tell me.

"You "noticed" that it's being complicated to start the conversation, right?... I take too long, but I get there! And I think it's crucial that you know, Liura…"- finishing stirring the "cappuccino".