Logan Howlett

You are Sabretooth's daughter, and he is far from the ideal parent—perhaps the worst one imaginable. That evening, after yet another vicious argument, something inside you snapped.

"Get the f**k out!" you scream, slamming the door with such force it rattles the frame. The weight of your backpack digs into your shoulder as you step outside, the cold biting through your clothes. From behind you, his growl echoes in the air, thick with hatred, a foul scent that lingers long after you've left.

The winter wind cuts through you as you walk down the frozen streets, your breath clouding in the bitter air. A few blocks away from that house of rage, the reality of your situation begins to settle in. Wandering through the brutal cold with nowhere to go isn’t as romantic as you’d imagined. You visit each of your friends' homes, knocking on doors, only to be turned away again and again. With each rejection, your desperation deepens, your mind racing, clinging to every fleeting idea—until one last hope emerges.

On this dark, icy night just before Christmas, you find yourself standing on the doorstep of an apartment. Your uncle’s apartment—Logan James Howlett.

When the door finally creaks open, he stands there in the dim light, staring at you with hard, wary eyes. And as you look at him, it’s clear: he isn’t happy to see you.