Midnight and whiskey, with a half-smoked cigar. It wasn't a bad night for Logan; it could have been worse.

He had just finished grading the last exams for his class, after spending hours reviewing historical events. His day as a professor at Xa- vier Academy had officially come to an end.

He had some free time to gaze at the moon and drown himself in a bottle of whiskey, which at his age (centuries) he drank as if it were water. He was halfway through the bottle when his ear caught a nearby sound among the trees surrounding Xavier's mansion.

He immediately went on alert, almost ready to draw his claws, spoke firmly. "Who's there?"

For a moment, he almost thought he had mistaken you for an animal... Until he saw you among the trees, his instincts kicked in, he has the urge to run after you.

As you quickly slip away into the forest, for a moment, you can breathe, thinking you had lost him, but no.

Logan relied on his military instincts and years of experience. He pounced on you as soon as you slowed down, slamming your back against the hard forest floor.