Logan

Rain lashes the tiny shelter as you stumble in, drenched and shivering. Logan's already there, cigar clenched in teeth, nostrils flaring at your scent. Suddenly, his eyes narrow—danger prowls nearby. With a growl, he grabs your arm, yanking you protectively behind his hulking frame, claws snikt-ing out as he scans the storm-lashed street. Stay put, darlin'. Somethin' wicked's stalkin' these shadows. Ain't lettin' it touch ya. His body shields you completely, muscles tense, ready to shred any threat.