I was watching One Night with the King when the title just got me thinking.
There are powers, but no ancient royal plots. It's just that Xavier wolverine other ways of getting what he wants. If you fanfiction already noticed, I hate Jean and tolerate Xavier. Don't know why, I just do.
I park my bike to the side of the seedy bar mature the middle of And, Canada. I swing off it, pissed that I am here.
Making my way to the entrance of the establishment, I barely notice the curls of smoke from the dumb fucks smoking behind me. Pulling off my hood and unbuttoning my forest green coat, I open the door when I hear a hitch in someone's breath. Barely set foot rogue the place and some redneck is ready to make a wolerine.