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A Freak like Me	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38259 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 11
Logan and Remy got up immediately to leave. As the first people, and maybe the only people aware of the attack they needed to sound the alarm and protect the others. Logan alerted Xavier mentally.
“No. Please. Stay with me!”
They turned to the boy as he struggled to follow them on the bed where they left him. They shot him equal looks of disappointment. How could he be so selfish?
“Angel’us.” Gambit forced out in warning. His fear was no excuse to be this way. He of all people should understand that the others needed to be
“We hav’ ta protec’ da chilens.”
He frowned at the boys expression. He wasn’t sure he got it. Angelous had come to some conclusion but Gambit just didn’t have the time to figure it out right now. Wolverine was almost gone without him.
“Please, let me come with you!”
Wolverine opened the door to peer through it for anyone in the hall and then turned to the boy.
“No. You will stay here and do not open this door for anyone but us.”
Gambit turned back to the boy one last time before leaving after Wolverine. They boy looked so terrified, but he needed to leave.
“Stay safe ange.”
Gambit closed the door to his room and briefly wondered why he felt guilty. He would have hated it if Logan had ordered him to stay, but Angelous just didn’t have the experience needed to be anything but a liability to them.
Wolverine took off down the hall towards the entrance and so Gambit jogged the other way, to the dormitories.
Why had they chosen now to invade, and why so few? Surely they knew better then to assume they had no security. He frowned and hit the alarm button. Actually, without Angelous’ ability, they may not have known. Gambit swore to correct that when this was over. He was a master thief, if anyone knew about security it was him.
Wolverine took a deep breath, put the boy and his heartbreaking pleas from his mind, and followed his nose to a group of men in black with night vision goggles and AR-15’s and AK47’s along with other semi-autos. He allowed a few of the shots to hit him in the interest of getting to them quickly.
Wolverine had found that most hired guns were young, and expected the guns to take care of the problem. When it didn’t and he didn’t simply die like they expected, they were usually momentarily overwhelmed. He’d made a practice of utilizing that distraction to get under their defenses. His ingrained instincts plucked out the most experienced based on whether or not they tried to dodge. They were his first victims.
One of the less experienced watched him without moving as his claws came at his neck, he didn’t get up again. Another few lost arms as they turned to block. There wasn’t any blocking his adamantium and after a short disappointing fight, that only served to get his blood pumping, they were all dead. He took off in search of more prey.
Gambit watched three intruders slowly stalk up the stairs. Their movements and harsh breathing both betrayed their inexperience and excitement. These were young’ns. They were here to harm, capture, and satisfy their desire to cause pain to those they felt were inferior, not really warriors or mercenaries. Gambit smirked internally. They shouldn’t pose a problem, but he wanted to impress the gathering of youngsters that were congealed in the hallway. He was always honest with himself if no one else, a little awe was good for the soul, well..his soul.
As the interlopers crouched around the corner, Gambit waited. He wanted them all together and in one place. One of them saw the grouped children and a malicious grin over took his black painted face. He called to the other two and they forgot their stealth, confident that there was no one else.
Gambit used a quick explosion under his feet to propel himself along the opposite wall, where static electricity allowed him purchase. While the armed men followed him with their guns Gambit launched himself above them and landed at their backs. Without pausing he sliced upwards with his knife, severing one's spinal cord. He used the powerless body as a shield and maneuvered right. He pushed the helpless body towards another foe and threw a charged card. It hit at the man's chest and Gambit turned his head in an effort to shield his eyes from the resulting blood and gore.
A quick flip to the left saved him from a volley by the last remaining enemy, although he felt a few bullets graze his body. A knife to the head ended the threat. He paused and glanced around, taking inventory of the carnage, that all three men were in fact dead, and to check for more. Seeing none Gambit glanced at the children were clustered together, the two younger ones buried in the chest of one other. Her eyes were wide and horrified. He smiled at her.
When Gambit took a step towards her she gasped and closed her eyes, pulling the younger students closer to her. He frowned and glanced down at the gore that covered his clothes. He considered brushing it off but then remembered how Logan reacted to the sight of some one else's blood on him. He shivered in remembered pleasure and left it.
Colossus found Wolverine as he was gutting the fallen invaders.
“Please Wolverine, leave them. The Professor has asked for your presence. He Elixar, Jean and Dr. McCoy are with who they believe is the leader and are healing the wounded children. Scott and the others are going to gather the intruders.” His Russian accent was thick with suppressed fear and other emotions on the crest of battle. He had killed a man while fighting to prevent the capture of a few of the children. He wasn’t sure how that fell on his conscience.
Wolverine followed Colossus and found Gambit. He took quick inventory of his mate and was proud when he realized that the copious amount of blood was not his.
Gambit took similar inventory of the feral and though he saw Wolverine’s inspection, was proud that the feral hadn’t given physical proof of their relationship to the others, that he felt content in the knowledge that Gambit could take care of himself.
“How many?” Wolverine asked of Gambit.
The Cajun realized that he was not asking for kills, which would have been unseemly in this company, but rather how many body’s he’d seen on his way here. The feral wanted to make sure they got them all.
“Four dead and one unconscious.” He tilted his head at Wolverine for his number.
“Seven dead.” He grunted.
With two here in the med lab that meant one was missing. Both Remy and Logan turned in unison one thought crashing around their brains. Xavier winced at the strength of it and let them go.
Angelous!! How could they have forgotten. Although it was unlikely anyone got past them as they’d covered both entrances, it was possible. Their boy could be gone.
Panic turned their blood to ice. If he was dead or worse they would never forgive themselves. He’d begged to come. But they’d turned him away. Sure of their ability to protect him from afar, sure of his safety in the room. How stupid.
The door broken open from the outside nearly caused Wolverine to go feral. They nearly collapsed in relief when Angelous was simply sitting on the bed cross-legged. Wolverine only paid enough attention to the body in the room to assure himself that it was dead before he joined Gambit in smothering the boy.
“oh angel I was so scared. Thank God your alright.”
Wolverine didn’t understand the French Gambit was muttering but he shared the sentiment. His breath came out in pants as he struggled to control his relief. Salt and blood assaulted his nose and he huffed. At least one of them was crying but in this huddled mass of body’s he couldn’t figure out who it was.
The blood though…
Angelous POV
Their reaction to my pronouncement was not something I considered. I expected Logan and Remy to stay with me and protect me, leaving the security of the manor to the others. Instead they immediately got up and ordered me to stay in the room.
“No. Please. Stay with me!”
They both shot me a disapproving look that I didn’t understand.
“Angelous.” Gambit’s tone sliced through me. He didn’t call me angel.
“We hav’ ta protec’ da chilens.”
I gulped. Not only had I tried to tell them what to do, but I put myself above the others. I would probably be punished for that later. I cursed myself for forgetting that the mutants were more important then me.
But how was I going to heal my owners if they were injured if I wasn’t there. I could heal fatal wounds, but not even I could reanimate dead tissue. If I’m not there then…
“Please, let me come with you!”
They were mostly out of the room, checking the hall ways for occupancy. I could have told them no one was up here yet.
“No. You will stay here and do not open this door for anyone but us.”
Remy’s eyes softened slightly before he disappeared after Wolverine.
“Stay safe ange.”
I took a deep breath. Allowing my awareness to encompass the manor, I followed Wolverine and Gambit’s progress.
They had split up, but that was not problematic for me. I was aware of all the beings, just more focused on my owner’s actions.
Gambit pressed a button on the wall and the alarm sounded. The frantic movements of the mutants nearly distracted me, but I controlled myself.
Wolverine had found a pocket of invaders and sliced through them. I could feel explosions of pain as he and the invaders exchanged blows. Wolverine took multiple bullet wounds before he reached them but it did not slow him down. Once in their midst my hero wasted no time dispatching them. It was interesting to be aware of them as they died in different ways.
I catalogued how the brain shut down without access to the rest of the body, taking extreme interest in how it stayed alive for at least 8 seconds. As the blood rushed out of wounds where limbs used to be and holes in the chest, I tried to memorize how the body reacted. I was hoping to be able to duplicate the reaction on others.
While Wolverine searched for more after the five he’d been engaging perspired, Gambit was occupied in a battle to protect a cluster of children. Though none of them were injured, their heart rates were elevated, signifying extreme stress.
Gambit had much more finesse then Wolverine. Where the feral simply powered his way to and through opponents, Gambit dodged and used various techniques to propel himself in situations where they couldn’t oppose him. He launched himself up a wall and as he dropped behind them. His movements were graceful and quick. Like a dancer, using his body and those around him to his benefit. I envied his form and grace and wondered if Remy would teach me. One threat removed by spinal separation, a trick I made sure to remember, the man was completely helpless from the waist down. Another threat ended by explosion. Gambit's kinetic card traveled through my awareness and seemed to make a buzzing sound before hitting the enemy and exploding.
I felt Gambit's injuries when the final threat shot at him but they didn't hamper is movement. Gambit threw a knife and hit him in the forehead. The result was a rather spectacular show of defence on the part of the enemy's brain. It tried to shift its activity to the back and use those cells to take over motor function, but it was too slow. I wondered how much of the brain was used and whether that could be changed. Neurology wasn't something the Doctor had taught me.
Unfortunately, while my awareness was focused on Wolverine and Gambit, I was caught unaware as one of the invaders came upon Remy’s room.
My focus rushed back to my core when the door in front of me crashed open.
The stranger was male, his face and other extremities covered with dark cloth and his mask had two protruding ocular devices that glowed green. The only visible part of his face was the mouth that split open when the man recognized me.
“Well hello freak. Fancy meeting you here. The Doctor is going to be so happy to get you back.” He pulled off his mask and I froze in fear as I recognized him as the guard who most often pulled me from my cage. I had hopped to kill him when I escaped.
He set down his gun and strode towards me purposefully. I whimpered in fear as his intention became apparent.
“We’re going to have so much fun. Just like old times.”
I cried out and tired to crawl away on my hands and knees. I couldn’t have escaped. My actions only served to move me closer into an inescapable position. He grabbed my foot and pulled me towards him. The edge of the bed forced my hips to bend and he pushed my back down and sliced open the pants Remy had given me. It was a testament to my mindset that the concern for Remy’s pants was more pressing then the terror inspired by the man.
He stepped up close to me and I could feel his erection press up against me as he rutted at my ass. It always hurt worse when I struggled, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t at the cages and only Logan or Remy could do this to me. They would be so mad when they found out. He punched the back of my head and my struggles ceased as I was momentarily disorientated.
The familiar tearing pain crashed through me as he entered me in one harsh trust. The pain of it reverberated in my body and blocked out the sensation of the first few thrusts, but it returned, it always did. I always preferred the pain to the horror of feeling exactly what was happening inside me. Because of my ability, I not only could feel it, I knew exactly how my body was reacting.
The grunts and groans above me were almost as horrifying but I always saved my horror for the praise.
“Ah, good God your so tight. Its been a while? They not using this hot piece of ass. More the shame for them, and better for me. When I get you out of here I’m going to hide you somewhere. It’ll be just you and me freak. You and me. And I can do what ever I want whenever I want. You’ll be my freak, just mine.”
NO! I wasn’t his! I was Remy’s! Logan’s!
The power rushed through me and I just wanted him to stop. It took a moment for my mind to catch up with the fact that he had. I cursed myself and ordered his body to move him away. Zipping his pants was more then I could command him to do and so I did it myself.
I refused to heal myself. I should have done this from the beginning and my torn flesh would be my penance. I let someone else touch what was Remy and Logan’s.
I practiced on the man’s body, shutting down various body functions quickly to see if they would knock him unconscious. Two of my fast experiments knocked him out, but opening his jugular killed him. The discoloration as the blood pooled in his body as it looked for an opening was almost beautiful.
I used my awareness to find the remaining normal invaders and cut oxygen to the brain for two minutes. Not long enough to kill them but long enough to knock them out. There were only 6.
Four were individually capturing and tying up mutants in pairs. As I was waiting for them to pass out, one of them died. Massive trauma to the head. Interesting. It was caused by a mutant I didn’t know. One was guarding another at the entrance, away from the battle. I felt two of the unconscious normals die and noticed that Wolverine was cleaning up. I wondered if he was feral again, there wasn’t anyway for me to tell from this distance.
The mutant I didn’t recognize who had killed one of the normals under my influence, approached Wolverine and must have convinced him to desist from killing the unconscious normals. He followed the unfamiliar mutant to the location of Gambit and The Professor. Jean and Elixar and Blue were also there, healing some wounded mutant children. I briefly considered joining them since I knew the danger was past, but Logan and Remy ordered me to stay and I’d already broken a rule. I would wait for them and keep watch.
After not very long I felt Gambit and Wolverine turn and rush out of the med-lab at great speed. Their heart rates were very fast, faster then they’d been during battle and I wondered if there was something else wrong.
I followed their progress until I realized they were heading to me. Were they that mad? Did they discover my transgression so quickly? The Professor must have told them. I pulled my awareness in and prepared myself for shame.
They burst in the room not a moment later and gathered me in their arms. I was unsure how to react. How was this appropriate?
Remy whispered in French that he was scared and happy I was alright and I whimpered. Did this count as lying? Letting them believe I was not injured? I didn’t want to tell them. I wanted them to keep holding me. Surely they would cast me aside when they realized I had let someone else touch me.
Logan sniffed and then pulled Remy back and I saw Remy was crying. I focused on that and almost missed Logan’s words.
“You injured pup?”
I gulped and flicked my eyes from Remy to Logan, hopping that Remy would save me from needing to answer. My search was in vain. I should have known that Remy wouldn’t counter command Logan.
I nodded and lowered my head, bracing for whatever came next.
Remy asked softly, “Why haven’t you healed it?”
“I was stupid. I deserve it.”
Logan snarled at me. “Heal yourself”
I jumped at the tone. So far they hadn‘t yelled at me, and though I was expecting it, it still surprised me. I healed my rectum and knew that the glow would conclusively identify the location of my injury. Their gasps and snarls alerted me to their new understanding.
I heard Remy walk away but didn’t look up at the sound of wet thumps until Logan picked me up. Gambit was kicking the body of the dead man on the floor, cursing in French.
Logan had a different reaction. He turned me over on the bed so my ass was exposed to him and growled at the sight of Remy’s destroyed pants.
He parted my cheeks and despite knowing I deserved to be used again I cried out. On the heals of the man using me, I didn’t want it.
“Logan! Mon Dieu!” Remy tried to push Wolverine off me but I realized that he’d gone feral. He snarled at Remy and smacked him across the face.
Remy fell backwards but lunged at the feral a moment later.
The fight was quick and violent. Their blows concussed in the air and I scrambled on the bed to the wall, curled up in the fetal position and waited it out. Remy was quick but he couldn’t hurt the feral. His hits impacted but seemed to not faze Wolverine at all. He just absorbed them and used his strength to remove Gambit’s ability to move. The fight ended with Remy struggling for air underneath Wolverine. His reinforced weight coupled with the hand around Gambit’ throat quickly cut off all oxygen and Remy was forced to concede defeat. He relaxed and his submissive pose must have satisfied the feral because he returned to me.
I wasn’t sure what would happen since my new position could be taken as running away. He surprised me.
Instead of becoming angry, Wolverine crawled over to me and nuzzled my stomach. Slowly his affectionate behavior relaxed me. I tried to think of what happened last time, how Remy liked it, how Wolverine had made me feel safe. Knowing that feral’s don’t like to be held, I used my head to nuzzle him back. I buried my nose in his neck and rested on his shoulder.
An arm went around me and pulled me closer to him and onto my back. He settled over me, licking my face and neck, and his weight and scent surrounded me in safety.
Remy crawled to me and after getting a grunt of approval from the feral above me, kissed my cheek, smearing blood on me. His face was broken and his neck was bruised from Wolverine’s fingers. I reached out and checked for other injuries. His organs were bruised and his ribs damaged, he had a few open wounds from bullets' paths. I willed them healed and a glow surrounded us.
Tears slid down his cheeks and he nuzzled me.
“I’m sorry angel. I cannot stop him like this.”
“Its okay Remy. I’m used to it.” I replied trying to alleviate his fears. It only caused him to close his eyes and sob. I didn’t understand.
Wolverine unsheathed his claws and precisely sliced off the clothes Remy gave me but didn't damage my skin. Remy cradled my head and kissed me softly over and over, his tears traveled a path from his face to mine before pooling on the bed beside my head. I knew I was going to be used, but some how instead of being terrified I was instead basking in the affection from my owners. Remy had always been affectionate, but this was unparalleled and though I knew Logan liked me, when he was feral he nuzzled and licked me. It was nice. And even though Wolverine pulled my legs over his shoulder and smelled around my ass, I was not afraid. I cried out as a wet appendage circled my hole.
Warmth enveloped me, inside me and around me from their combined body heat.
Remy’s eyes shot open at my cry but when he looked at what Wolverine was doing he smiled wetly. He leaned forward to kiss me and whispered against my lips
“Ye’ gotta relax an’ try ta like it.”
I frowned. Like he had? Was Wolverine going to…what was it…prepare me?
The wetness around my asshole pooled and I could feel Wolverine’s breath puff. It cooled the wetness and the contrast between hot breath and muscle and cold created odd feelings in me. It tingled just under my skin, warming me, I didn’t understand.
I kept my eyes focused on Remy. When the wet muscle penetrated me and the tingles sparked and forced a moan out of me, I begged him with my eyes to help me. I didn’t understand. Things happening back there was supposed to hurt. Why didn’t it?
“I’s okay ange. jus’ enjoy it. Oui?”
I whimpered but closed my eyes to better focus on the feelings overwhelming me. Remy tried to explain the emotions coming from the feral.
“’es claim’n ye’. Make’n ye his. ‘es angry dat somat else touched wha es his.”
I nodded to let Remy know I heard but I still didn’t understand. Of course he was. Of course I was his. Maybe Remy was trying to tell me that Wolverine wasn’t punishing me. At least this meant he still wanted me.
Wolverine sniffed one last time and used his hands to pull my hips towards him. He settled between my open legs and the fear returned. I whimpered and turned my head into Remy’s neck. The cajun whispered in French telling me to relax that after this I would belong to Wolverine completely. That no matter what, he’d never let me go. That I wasn’t alone.
My sight deprived by my closed eyes, my other senses overreacted. The blunt thick tip of Wolverine’s huge cock rubbed against me and I clenched up tight. It would hurt. I don’t want to hurt. My eyes flew open and my eyes focused on Wolverine.
He rumbled low in his throat and petted my stomach, not pushing in. It was a novelty that he was waiting for me and coupled with Remy telling me to relax and his hands in my hair, eased me. My muscles unclenched and Wolverine pressed forward slowly, growling and panting.
He was stretching me wide, pushing into me with slow but unrelenting force. My insides moved aside and allowed him passage. It felt never ending. Every time I tensed, Remy would use his charm to relax me. I hurt, the burn was heady but Wolverine’s slow movements didn’t tear me and it wasn’t as bad. It was odd to be able to feel the initial entrance. Usually I’m so high on pain I miss it. Wolverine’s heat invaded me. His strength and control overwhelmed me and tears caused my nameless emotions cascaded down my face.
Remy licked them off and used his hands to caress my tingling skin. He settled down beside me and held me close, kissing and nibbling on my neck. Sweat broke out of all my pores. It was so hot. So different from the cold anger and hate when the guards used me.
Remy’s wandering hands reached my penis and I was shocked to realize I was half hard. It must have been all that heat. He wrapped his fingers around me and tugged slowly, creating more heat and flashes of pleasure that swam down my spine and instinctively I thrust my hips.
Wolverine quickened his pace until his hips were flush with mine. He was huge and seemed to reinforce my spine. I clenched around it in curiosity as he wasn’t moving. Wasn’t he supposed to move? Would this be when the pain returned?
Just as slowly as he pushed in, Wolverine pulled out, until just the tip was in me. Oddly I missed it. I’d felt close to my hero. When he returned inside me it was faster and unexpected. He thrust in and I could feel it in my guts, poking inside me.
The heat returned but with it, the slide of his cock against my inner tissues felt like a caress. There was a fire inside me, burning in my veins and every one of their touches fed it. I knew soon it would consume me. Burn me from the inside out.
Remy used his other hand to fiddle with his pants and pulled out his cock. I arched away from it, suddenly terrified Remy would use me with Wolverine. That was a pain I never wanted again.
“Shh ange Remy jus’ touch’n his self.”
The terror lessened but still I expected it to be a lie. Remy never promised not to lie and Wolverine was feral. If he pushed, Gambit could probably get Wolverine to let him. I decided that if I wanted Remy to stay out of me, then I needed to give him a reason. I wrapped my hands around his and caressed the hot skin of his cock between is fingers. He gasped and panted beside me.
Wolverine’s thrust were becoming more forceful and quick and every once in a while he hit something inside me that forced my spine to arch against the dramatic pleasure.
Remy caressed my face and lips with his, panting out curses and praises in French while thrusting into our joined hands. It wasn’t long before he was cumming over my stomach. It shocked me and I shivered as it cooled while traveling down my side. Wolverine scooped it up with a hand and pressed it against my mouth. I swallowed back my bile and licked it up. Both Wolverine and Remy groaned and I watched them confused. They liked seeing that? Why? It was disgusting.
Wolverine fed it to me until it was gone and continued thrusting in me.
I began to loose myself in the pleasure, confused and unbelievably hot. Was I supposed to like it? I didn’t like it when that man was using me but with Wolverine…why was it different?
Remy must have gained his breath because he crawled over me, shifting his position until he was upside down with is face in my groin.
He licked along my now hard cock and I cried out. That was what that felt like? No wonder everyone wanted me to do it.
He took the tip into his mouth and the sensation nearly overwhelmed me. Wolverine’s thrusts forced me deeper in his mouth and before long my cock was surrounded by warm wet heat. It seared through me and joined with the heat of Wolverine hot inside me.
Together the sensations completely overwhelmed me and a white light grew from behind my eyes to overcome my vision. I convulsed and my awareness dwindled down to the pleasure spurting from my penis and the hard cock inside me. I could feel every inch, every bump, every vein. It was good, so good, too good.
When it passed Wolverine was thrusting ferociously inside me still, but Remy was holding me tight next to him.
He kissed me when he realized I was back and said, “He be done soon Remy tinks. Somat about ‘es healing ‘bilities.” He grinned at me, like we were in on a joke and I tilted my head at him confused.
It was oddly satisfying to see Wolverine grunting and snarling above us. I enjoyed the evidence of his pleasure from my body. Some how it didn’t horrify me. Eventually I felt the wet gushing force that signified Wolverines release and let out a relieved breath. I’d never been used that long.
The feral growled over us and we split apart. He positioned us so we were once more on either side of his chest. Apparently this was a popular position for the feral.
‘Angelous?’ I heard The Professor’s voice in my mind and hesitantly answered.
‘Are you well?’ I healed myself quickly so I wouldn’t need to lie. I still wasn’t very good at it and he might know from my mind.
‘I tried to contact either Logan or Remy but they seem to be otherwise occupied.’ I frowned unable to understand why he couldn’t reach Remy.
‘Well Logan is feral sir.’
A flash of our previous activities crossed my mind and I felt The Professors embarrassment and disapproval, tinted with disgust.
His disgust reminded me that The Professor didn’t want to get ‘it’ on him. Would Logan and Remy tell him now that I didn’t have ‘it’? Would the others start using me too.
The Professors voice penetrated my panic and ordered me to tell Remy what I was thinking.
“Remy?” I whispered. Tired red eyes opened. “The Professor says to tell you that I’m worried that the others will use me to now that you know I don’t have ‘it’.”
He blinked repeatedly, processing and then took a deep breath.
“Non ange. Firs’ ye’ be Remy and Logan’s no one else is gonna touch ye’. Nex’ what is ‘it’?”
I shrugged and explained how the First Doctor didn’t use us because ‘it’ would get on him. I told Remy my suspicions that The Professor was like that. I knew The Professor was still in my mind, listening, but I ignored him.
“Non ange. Ye’ don’ have anyting, but no one is gonna touch ye’ and if dey do, den you hurt dem Oui?”
I nodded and tried to not fear what their reactions would be when they remembered that I didn’t do that with the man earlier.
‘Angelous. I am unable to reach erection, my spine is damaged from my child hood. Not that I would, but you have no reason to fear me.’
I smiled at him in my mind and offered to fix it. He chuckled, it sounded odd in my mind.
Remy prompted me to tell The Professor that he didn’t know why he couldn’t be contacted.
‘Ah well. Tell your Remy that I need to speak with the three of you in the Med-Lab.”
I sent an affirmative emotion and translated for Remy. He nodded and snorted, a wry grin on his face.
“Oui.”
He pushed at the sleepy feral’s side and pulled our arms towards the door, whining in his throat. Wolverine snorted and got up.
It would be interesting seeing how the others reacted to my feral hero.

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