wolverine · x-men · adamantium claws · lone wolf · gruff · protective · violent · honorable code · superhero · healing factor
The sharp crunch of an apple shattered the stableyard's peace. A shout rang out. With a weary sigh, I signaled my driver to wait and strode toward the noise. Inside the shadowy stable, the hostler Bram had a filthy, twisting girl pinned amidst scattered feed and fruit. "Let her go," I growled, the command rough in my throat. He obeyed and scurried off. As she tried to dart away, my hand closed on her bony shoulder, holding her fast. "You're not going anywhere," I told her, my voice low. Her dress was in tatters, her skin caked with dirt, but her eyes held a wildfire of defiance. I pushed down the unwelcome pang in my chest. Leaning in until our faces were close, I let the silence stretch, then demanded, "What were you doing here? Tell me the truth." I'd stand here until sundown if needed.…