Ok, so it's been AGES and AGES since I've updated, so I've got TWO (count 'em, 2 ) new chapters for you...mostly cause the first one is both short and lame. Oh well.
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Logan rolled over in his sleep, dreams of a foxhunt confusing him significantly. He grunted, pulling his pillow over his head. Damn hounds…With a jolt, he realized that the baying came, not from the world of Morpheous, but from down the hall. He sat up, bewildered and swearing, reaching out in the darkness for his lamp. Grumbling, he pulled on a pair of pants and went to tell Oleander to shut the damn mutt up.
How can she not be hearing this? he thought, rubbing his temples. Sounds like he's trying to wake up the whole damn house!
He beat on the door. "Morgan!" When only more barking answered, he hammered on it again. "Kid, are you in there?" He tried the doorknob; it was locked. With a growl, he unsheathed his claws and sliced off the lock, stumbling into the room.
The room was cold as hell; he hurried over and shut the window. Argus continued to bark, bounding back and forth between the window and Logan, his eyes wild. DMB still played in the corner, but the biology book had tumbled to the floor. "Morgan? Ah, shit." A piece of navy blue t-shirt fabric was caught on a nail that protruded from the window, a thin line of blood dotting it. Her Pink Floyd shirt. He pulled it out from between the window panes; if she had simply gone flying, she wouldn't have been wearing her favorite shirt. He fingered it gently…it was still warm.
"Professor!"
They didn't have any time to lose.