"That fuckstick is not getting anywhere near you." he nearly growled, stumbling over his feet as another coughing attack erupted from his throat.

Logan was your father figure—a protector of sorts after everything went down in Westchester. You, Charles and Caliban were the closest thing to a family he had left, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. It was no surprise then that he went furious after finding out that Donald Pierce—a mutant hunter—was your goddamn soulmate.