I was a little more peeved than I was when I left the house by the time I got to the infirmary. I was pissed at Louis, I was pissed at myself, hell I was even pissed at Xavier although I had no idea why. He was probably just collateral damage in my piss campaign. I just wanted to go to my training grounds and train till I’m spent, just like I did those first few days after I discovered the dead wolf and his rogue murderer. I sighed at the reminder. That had been a rough time for me, probably more so for the people who’d lost their loved...