A/N: Let me just say how naughty I am for not doing what I said I would in the last chappie but I have a good excuse, I had lots and lots of work for school to do. And a teeny-weeny case of writer's block but it's gone now… I hope…
Shadow Of The Wolf
Chapter 3 - What Dreams Will Bring
Out in the woods, Kyra found herself unerringly drawn towards one particular house, a mansion. To be more specific a particular scent drew her, a scent filled with mystery and a distinctly male flavour that called to the animal within her soul.
In another part of the woods Logan was also being drawn by a scent. one that was distinctly female mixed with the tang of sweat and something else. something that was filled with mystery and promise.
A few minutes later the two broke through the undergrowth of the forest into a small clearing, brining them face to face with one another.
Before either could say anything, they found themselves locked in a passionate embrace. Their lips fused together as though they had been separated for an eternity, despite having never met before.
Moving away from the temptation that was her mouth, Logan nipped and kissed his way down her throat pausing along the way to bite and suckle, leaving a faint bruise which would darken over time.
Just as his lips reached the top of Kyra's singlet, she heard a voice calling out. A voice that was neither hers nor Logan's.
"Kyra. Kyra!"
Hands quickly joined the voice, grabbing holding of her shoulders and lightly shaking them.
Blinking her eyes open Kyra found herself looking into a pair of concerned brown eyes and not the passioned filled hazel ones she had been expecting.
Propping herself up on her elbows she looked around and found herself still in the motel room and not in the woods.
"Are you alright Kyra?"
"Of course I am Mitchells. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You was thrashin' around and makin' weird noises in your sleep."
Hoping that in his simplistic nature, Mitchells didn't figure out what those noises were, Kyra replied, "I'm fine Mitchells. It was just another of those dreams. Nothing new."
"I know you don't like to talk about what happened at the facility, but there must have been others there who could help you. Others who underwent the same experiments as you."
"There was but from what I know, one's a sociopath and the other had already undergone the memory suppressing treatment."
Standing up from her bed, Kyra moved over to the window, looking out at the barely visible stars above. For a moment she stood there gazing at the sky before turning back to face Mitchells.
"I'm going out for a run. Don't wait up."
Even as she said the words, Kyra knew Mitchells would not listen and would stay up, either meditating or reading.
Pushing open the window the small girl dived out into the cold night air and took of running, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants and a black singlet top.
Sighing the large man turned on a lamp and went over to close the window wondering why she could never use a door when there was a window in the vicinity.
Once he had shut the window, making sure not to lock it, he crawled back into bed with his latest purchase, Homer's 'The Iliad'.
Pausing in her run, Kyra looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was nearly full. As always at this time of month, she felt the usual call of the moon, only this time there was something more. The moon seemed to call to something deeper within her, what it was she had no idea but she knew that it would reveal itself tomorrow night.
An hour later she returned to the room she shared with Mitchells. Sparing a glance at the still awake man, she climbed into bed and, feeling calmer than she had before, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The next morning Kyra woke up before Mitchells and decided to go for a quick shower. However, her plans were quickly halted, as was Mitchells' sleep, when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Brushing her hair back from her face she noticed a faint mark on her neck. Leaning in closer to the mirror she turned slightly to get a closer look. When she saw what it was she let out a startled cry that woke Mitchells up.
Hearing the cry Mitchells jumped out of bed and raced into the bathroom to find out what would make Kyra cry out like that. Skidding to a halt in the doorway the big man looked around for the intruder but seeing no one he looked at Kyra only to find her staring at her neck frantically in the mirror.
"What's wrong Kyra?"
Turning to face the large man Kyra went over to him and showed him her neck.
"What's wrong is this. I have a bruise on my neck!"
Still partially asleep Mitchells looked down at the small woman with confusion all over his face.
"What's so bad about that, maybe you bumped into something."
"Wake up, Mitchells! I'm a mutant with enhanced healing capabilities. Even if I had done this before you came running in it would have healed by now! Something's wrong with my mutation."
Shaking his head slightly to rid himself of the last vestiges of sleep Mitchells thought about her statement and decided that there was only one person who could help them. Luckily for them he happened to live in New York City.
"I know someone who can help you. They live in New York but I'm not sure where exactly."
"That's great Mitchells. But it only helps if we can actually find him."
Knowing that in her shock she was being overly sarcastic Kyra didn't wait for Mitchells to speak before barrelling on.
"I'm sorry Mitchells. I'm just a little worried with the whole not healing straight away thing."
Turning back to the mirror over the sink Kyra ran a finger over the livid purple bruise gracing her throat. Something about the bruise made her lean in closer to the mirror. Clapping a hand over the bruise she turned to face Mitchells again.
"We have a slightly bigger problem than just the bruise Mitchells."
"What could be worse than the bruise?"
"The fact that there are teeth marks on my neck."
"Do you mean that the bruise is really a hickey?"
Turning back to the mirror she replied, "Yep."
"How is that possible? Did you meet someone during your run?"
"Of course not. If I had do you think I would have come back last night?"
Shaking his bald head Mitchells had to agree. If Kyra had met someone last night she would have only just been getting back to the room.
"We had better get to looking for your friend Mitchells. What's his name?"
"McCoy. Henry McCoy."
At The Mansion
At the Xavier Institute Logan had awoken with no visible effects save for needing a cold shower and to change his bedding thanks to some extremely erotic dreams featuring the redhead from the mall.
Getting dressed in some sweat pants and a white muscle shirt he headed down stairs to begin a training session with the team.
Entering the Danger Room he found all the younger members waiting for him as well as the older students.
"Alright kiddies. Today we're gonna work on some one-on-one sparrin'."
"So we're going to be, like, fighting each other?"
"That's right half-pint. And I don' wanna see any use of yer powers either. We're gonna work on yer basic fightin' technique today."
"But why are we fighting each other, Logan?"
"Simple Red. A computer is programmed with fight patterns. Whereas a real person isn't. Yer movements should follow a natural progression but you won't be fightin' based on a pattern."
Putting them into teams of two Logan told them to begin. As he watched them he found his mind wandering back to his dreams of the girl from the mall and wondered why she affected him like she did.
Two hours later the session had finished and Logan was no closer to finding the answers to his questions than he had been at the beginning of the session.
Thanking god that it was a Saturday, the X-Men made their way into the locker rooms and towards hot showers. Everyone except Rogue who had stayed behind to talk to Logan.
"Are ya alrahght Logan?"
"Course I am Stripes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Ya jus' seemed a little off today is all."
"I'm fine kid."
Nodding her head in acceptance of his answer Rogue turned and headed into the girl's locker room leaving Logan to brood over the dreams and the girl from the mall.
With the ban on leaving the Institute grounds still in place the students had two choices, one, to beg a teacher to take them somewhere or two, to find something to do at the Institute.
The first option wasn't really an option since both the Professor and Storm had left for a conference in Washington and wouldn't be back until that night, Beast was working on an important experiment in his lab and with the mood Logan was in no one was stupid enough to even want to try. That left option two. Luckily for them it was the summer holidays so they could go down to the lake where they could spend the day and have a picnic. As a group they decided that this was the safest option, even Rogue agreed to going with them.
And so the day progressed in this way with the group of tired young mutants returning to the mansion shortly after Storm and Professor Xavier.
After dinner they spent their time doing various activities inside the mansion until it was time for them all to be in bed. Little did they know that their sleep would soon be interrupted by the arrival of two strangers, one of whom would prove to have quite an effect on several of the males in the house.