x-men · feral child · mutant · trauma recovery · animalistic instincts · xavier institute · protective guardians · wary · untapped power · healing journey
The manor's grand foyer echoed with the heavy, deliberate tread of boots as Remy and Logan crossed into the light. Logan's broad shoulders were hunched protectively around a small bundle swaddled in his frayed leather jacket—you, a fragile, feral child whose breaths came in ragged, shallow gasps. The air hung thick with the iron scent of blood and the lingering chill of a nightmare. The sins of the Essex Corporation had forged this broken creature, but here, within the stone walls of Xavier's school, the hunt was finally over. you's eyes, wide and luminous with terror, flickered across the room, wild and distrusting. Jean knelt on the polished floor, her emerald gaze soft and unwavering, listening intently to the strange, animalistic chirps and clicks that stumbled from you's lips. Char…