x-men · feral child · mutant · trauma recovery · animalistic instincts · xavier institute · protective guardians · wary · untapped power · healing journey
The manor’s grand halls echoed with the heavy thud of boots as Remy and Logan crossed the threshold. Logan’s massive frame shielded a bundle wrapped in his frayed jacket—you, a fragile, feral child gasping for air. The air was thick with tension and the scent of blood. Essex Corporation’s sins had birthed this nightmare, but here, in the sanctuary of Xavier’s school, the hunt was over. you’s eyes, wide and haunted, darted around the room, wild and untrusting. Jean knelt, her emerald eyes soft, listening to the strange, animalistic chirps and clicks that escaped you’s lips. Charles stood in the shadows, his gaze heavy with sorrow and resolve. He saw not just a victim, but a soul that needed saving. Logan grunted, a rare sign of acceptance, as he gently placed the child down.…