Moonshine By Moonlight

She Wolf

[A/N: Okay so here is my idea. I’ve written many stories and books but unfortunately I have a habit of not finishing them.  So this is how its going to work. Every time I update I’m going to see to it that the last chapter I add (because I may add more than one at a time) would make for a good ending spot if I don’t continue the story. That may mean that there is a while in between my chapters but it does insure that there is at least an ending. I hope this plan works out.]

Chapter 1: She-Wolf

‘I guess,’ Kya thought staring up at the large building in front of her. ‘This is the place.’ She scowled at the door and crossed her arms. She didn’t want to do this, what if it was the wrong place. She growled at herself and did what she always did when she was nervous, said ‘to hell with it’ and just went ahead and got it over with. 

The loud knocking echoed through the great mansion like a temple gong in the mountains and was answered shortly as the words, ‘Come In.’ shot through the girl’s head.

Kya growled again, she didn’t like telepaths, and she didn’t like empaths either. What was in her head and in her heart was for her to know and impart upon others as she saw fit. 

‘Don’t be shy.’ The voice said coaxingly in her head. She growled again,

‘Well at least I know he’s not an empath too.’ She though and then heard chuckling. 

‘No, I’m not.’ Kya growled again, and shoved open the door roughly making it swing back into the wall and forward again leaving a lock shaped dent in its wake. 

‘I’m in,’ She thought growling mentally. ‘Now get the hell out of my head.’ She got the idea that whoever had been speaking to her was smiling now but he did as she requested and ‘left’, so to speak. 

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‘Logan.’ The man turned over and pulled his pillow over head head. 

‘Logan.’ The man scowled and pressed the pillow against his head harder.

‘Logan!’ The man growled with exasperation and sat up quickly.

‘What!’ He thought gritting his teeth. 

‘We have a visitor. Would you be so kind as to go receive her.’ The professor asked in his always calm voice. 

‘Make someone else do it!’ The man thought, flopping back down on the bed irritably. 

‘I’m afraid the others are all currently occupied Logan. It’s going to have to be you.’ 

‘Then make one of the twerps do it.’ He growled.

‘I don’t think that would be wise.’ The man growled again. 

‘Fine! Just get out’a my head!’ He snapped.

‘Thank you.’ 

The man growled again and got up, he had slept in his jeans so he grabbed a flannel shirt that had been draped over a closet door and through it on over his wife-beater, muttering as he stalked out of the room and shut his door forcefully. 

‘God-damn Professor,’He thought to himself. ‘Who the hell does he think he is? It’s my god-damn head! He has no right to be in it!’ 

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