Chance Encounter: Chapter 2 – Just how much of an adventure are you up for?

Just how much of an adventure are you up for?
Chance Encounter
Chapter 2

“Last thing I remember is bein’ ran through with a military grade pigsticker and tossed out a low flying plane.” Logan explained.

Max looked over at him, eyes wide.

“Whoa. How’d you get to be so resilient?” she asked, curling a stray lock of honey colored hair behind her ear.

“I can heal back from anything – so far.”

His eyes stayed straight ahead as he answered; his tone casual but his body language somewhat tense. It was as if he was searching for something.

“Who’d you piss off?”

Max kept pace with him, wondering what he kept scanning for. Did he think that the men who had left him for dead would come looking for him again?

Logan let out a harsh laugh.

“The list of people I ain’t pissed off is a hell of a lot shorter. Fuck if I know. I didn’t recognize any of ’em. Military meatheads with an axe to grind, maybe.”

“Do people usually try to kill you on a regular basis?”

“They all seem to wanna take a shot. Nobody actually succeeds.”

He looked over at her now with a wry smile, an eyebrow quirking up. “My turn?”

Max grinned and nodded. “Sure. Shoot.”

She was truly enjoying his company. It was easy talking to him – and the fact that he already knew about the wolf put her as much at ease as she’d ever felt around anybody outside the Pack. She hadn’t had somebody that she felt safe about sharing her secret with since leaving home. It was a surprising relief to have it out in the open with somebody. Finally.

“What made you stay last night? Why didn’t you just hightail it back home when you ran across me?” he asked, now back to keeping a roaming eye on their surroundings.

A blush crept into her cheeks as she answered, “You fascinated me. And you smelled really good, after you cleaned up. You presented me with something that I haven’t had in my life in many years. An adventure.”

Logan remained silent for a few beats, then Max added, “That and you looked like you could use a friend.”

The silence grew between them, and Max could sense a subtle change in his scent. Logan looked over at her, his tone soft as he replied, “Means a lot, pup. You stayin’. It helped.”

Max nodded and grinned. “I could tell. I’m glad I stayed too.”

Logan chuckled and hefted his pack higher on his shoulders as Max spotted her car.

“There it is!” she pointed off to the right, seeing a flash of metal glinting in the morning sunlight.

Max gave the vehicle a quick once-over to insure that nobody had messed with it during the night. When satisfied that everything looked alright, she opened the back door and collected a set of clothes from the back seat. She slid a brown tiered gypsy skirt over the black gym shorts he’d loaned her before pulling them off and handing them back to Logan, who had again turned to look at something else so that she could change.

Max thought it very gallant. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve pegged him for the openly leering type.

As she pulled an olive colored tanktop on, she said, “You can turn around now.”

Max handed the tshirt back to him with a smile.

“You need a ride somewhere?” she asked, hoping he did. She didn’t want to leave him here – and was somewhat surprised to find that she really wanted to spend more time with him. She hadn’t met somebody this engaging in years.

“You sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble?” he asked. He sounded almost hopeful.

Max grinned and said, “Get in. Just toss your pack in the back.”

Slipping behind the wheel, she started the car as Logan settled himself in the passenger seat.

“Anywhere specific you need to go?” she asked.

Logan turned to her, the ghost of a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“Just how much of an adventure are you up for, Max?”

A little thrum of excitement raced through her at the thought of just dropping everything and going where fate happened to take her. She was currently between jobs and was living in a shitty little efficiency that she could barely afford the rent on now. Her car was already seven years old, but it got decent mileage. Life had become an all too human grind lately and it tasted like stale ashes in her mouth. Why the hell not?

“What did you have in mind?”

He presented her with a slow, lazy smile that made her heart leap in her chest.

“Just drive.”


Whenever she asked him where they were going, he’d simply smile and say, “North.”

They’d been on the road for hours now and she was enjoying the anticipation of their destination, as well as wondering what he’d planned for after their arrival.

At this point, she was just going with it. Granted, she would ask him a few questions here and there, but for the most part, the trip seemed almost suspenseful. Anything could happen. It wasn’t the same kind of high that she could have found in a particularly dangerous activity, but the subtlety of it went a surprisingly long way

They had long since pulled off the highway and were now rolling down a dusty mountain road; the tires kicking up clouds of dirt behind them.

The sun had dipped below the horizon and the stars were shimmering in the sky when Logan said, “Pull over. There.”

Max parked in a patch of dead grass off to the side of the road, then turned to face him.

“What now?”

His face looked strange illuminated by the dashboard lights and something in her stomach fluttered as he smiled.

“Now we get out.”

He opened the door and hopped out, collecting his pack from the back seat. Max turned the car off and stepped outside. The night wind had a mild chill to it as she closed the car door and watched him head off towards the trees at the edge of the road.

She grinned and followed him, excited at the prospect of another night of hunting and sleeping beneath the stars. She caught up with him, keeping step with him as they made their way through the surrounding forest.

“You ain’t scared of much, are ya?” Logan asked, looking over at her.

Max smiled and replied, “You’d be surprised.”

He stopped to stare at her, frowning.

“You’re heading into the woods, in the middle of nowhere, with a guy that you just met less than twenty four hours ago. Darlin’, I could be a serial killer. That don’t scare ya?”

Max laughed and trailed a thoughtful finger down one of his forearms.

“If you wanted to kill me, you would have already. Besides – you don’t smell like a serial killer.”

Logan laughed, a full throaty sound.

“Fair enough.”

He forged ahead, and she moved to follow. After about ten minutes, they came to a sizable river with an open patch of ground. Just the right size for the tarp and sleeping bag. Max looked up at the sky, glad that there wasn’t a cloud in sight.

Logan dropped the backpack, then turned to face her. “Been awhile since you had a good hunt, eh?”

Max nodded, wondering what he was getting at.

“Tonight’s yer lucky night, darlin’. I’m feelin’ frisky. Bring it.”

He pulled her into a quick, rough kiss, then ran off – further into the woods.

Max boggled for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then, the wolf kicked in.

He’s getting away! she howled.

Max thought she could also hear the wolf’s chuffing laughter and approval as she quickly stripped and changed. The smells and sounds of the night weren’t as overwhelming this time. Logan’s scent cut through all others like a knife, and Max zeroed in on it, sprinting off to track him. The man’s very distinct scent zig-zagged all over the place as he kept doubling back, trying to confuse her. She caught up with him in short order and leapt at him, startled at how quick and agile he was. Logan had reflexes that made him look almost boneless.

Max tucked and rolled as she hit the ground where he had been standing a moment before. She heard low laughter behind her and quickly scrambled to her feet.

When she turned to look, he was gone again. Letting out a chuffing laugh, she again began tracking his scent, which now seemed to be changing. There was something considerably more musky, almost spicy about it now.

She quickly found him again, watching him smile out at her from the depths of a line of bushes as she crept closer. He feinted, and she moved to intercept, but he darted off in the other direction. She quickly corrected to intercept and tore off after him. Soon, she was almost at a full on run. Her blood sang joyously through her system and the wolf reveled in it. Just as Max was hitting her stride something knocked her over and she tumbled twice before righting herself. Logan was off to her left, crouching on all fours and grinning back at her. She let out an excited bark and made a little leap towards him.

He didn’t move, but his grin became wider.

His scent was sharper now and there was the unmistakable tang of something very familiar to it. She’d just left her teenage years behind her the last time she had experienced it.

Max saw him sink lower to the ground and she swore she could hear him growl as he leapt at her. She quickly dodged and turned to watch him roll to his feet.

The chase had officially turned.

Now she ran, laughing in her heart as he pursued her. This was easily the most fun she could remember having since she was a pup. She zigged to the right and he slammed into her, knocking the wind out of her. He rolled and came to his feet, then was immediately on her, pinning her down. Excitement rolled off him in a heady wave as his lips curled into a grin. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, which made her giddy. He growled once, and then disappeared again, back into the surrounding trees.

This went on for about twenty more minutes – tackle, sprint, tackle, growl, chase. He then shifted course in a jarring fashion.

When she realized that he was now leading her back to the river, she wondered if he planned to ambush her. She approached the stream cautiously as it came into view. Her ears perked up as she listened for the sounds of movement, of breathing. The night had gone eerily quiet again and she suppressed a shiver.

Max slowly made her way to the edge of the river and leapt almost a full foot in the air as Logan’s head popped out of the water.


She let out a little frightened yip, then quickly shifted into her two-legger form and yelled, “Bastard!”

Logan was laughing as he walked towards the shoreline, thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Never ‘scared anybody naked’ before.”

Max blushed and crouched down in an attempt to cover up as Logan stood on the riverbank, sopping wet. At some point, he’d stripped down again. Max spotted his dry clothes over by the backpack and she again averted her eyes.

“I ain’t gonna be offended if you look, darlin’,” he murmured as he took a step towards her.

“I figure with the eyeful I got, ‘least I owe you is a look.”

He chuckled and Max turned to look at him.

He really was magnificent. She cocked her head and let her eyes roam. He was remarkably hairy, but then she’d always liked furry men. They smelled different for some reason. Stronger. Tasting his scent on the wind again, she watched as his body quickly recovered from the chill of the river, catching up with the excitement coarsing through his bloodstream.

Oh yeah. Very well proportioned.

Max took a deep breath and stood up. She watched Logan’s body tense slightly and she smiled. At this point, she was as equally worked up as he appeared.

“Only a look?” she asked, feeling her face flush hotter as she took a step towards him. Her own boldness surprised her.

She never saw him move. He was suddenly there, hot and electric at the same time. He was rough and ragged; his mouth and hands, so strong as they clutched at her. She felt him shiver as she slid one hand down his back, another through his hair. Logan let out a ragged moan and picked her up, sliding into her with an almost painful thrust. It startled her for a moment, but she quickly recovered as he began a pace that quite took her breath away. Release came upon her like a freight train and she heard herself scream as they slammed over the edge together. Logan roared and shuddered against her, still holding her in his arms, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips.

It was the most frantic – the most powerful coupling she could ever remember having. It definitely blew any of the sex she’d had in the last ten years completely out of the water. Max collapsed in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling against his neck. Logan laughed, holding her tighter as he made his way back to the riverbank. He walked back in and dunked them both, and Max spluttered as he surfaced.

“Next time, warn me.” she said, eying him and coughing.

“About which part?” he asked.

She gave his shoulder a playful slap as he laughed again.

He then looked up at her with a solemn expression as he quietly said, “Thank you.”

Max’s heart did a slow roll as she met his eyes.

“You’re thanking me? For the best sex I can ever remember having?”

Logan brought a hand up to cup her face, his thumb gently sliding along her cheek. He then pulled her into a kiss. This time the frantic urge was entirely gone. He was a surprisingly good kisser. Not all bull and balls. Max smiled as the heat between them slowly started to rise again. She felt him recover while he was still inside her and smiled.

“Honey, I should really be thanking you.” she murmured, feeling his lips curl into a smile as he slid a hand under her ass.

The water made for an interesting medium for this particular activity and Max giggled as the pace began to pick up; the water around them churning with their rapid movements. This time it was just as intense, but in a different way. There was a more relaxed flavor to it.

After they recovered, Max started a splash fight that quickly evolved into an all out river skirmish. It was good to see her new companion laughing and enjoying himself. He looked as if he’d been needing to for some time now. She got the feeling that he didn’t really let himself go and have fun all that often.

Later, when she had her back pressed against him as they lay together on the sleeping bag, his arm around her waist, she quietly murmured, “I like your idea of adventure, Logan.”

Max smiled as he pulled her back against him, kissing her shoulder.

“Thought you might.”

He nuzzled her neck and she drifted off to sleep.


In the morning, when she rose, Max smiled at the feel of the man at her back. It had been a good, long time since she’d been with anybody. She had forgotten how good, how comforting it felt. Logan was large and strong enough to make her feel safe; like she didn’t have to be on guard all the time. Protected. She hoped that they could stay together a little while longer. She liked this feeling.

Max felt Logan shift against her and she shivered as she felt his lips brush against her skin. He turned her to face him and rumbled, “Mornin, darlin’. You sleep OK?”

Max nodded and asked, “You?”

Logan thought about it for a moment, then smiled.

“Actually, yeah. Been a while since I actually slept without the nightmares.”

Secretly pleased, Max reached out to trail her fingers through his chest hair.


She met his gaze and her heart thumped almost painfully in her chest. He had such beautiful, expressive eyes

“What’s the plan for today?” she asked, her blood rushing in her ears as she watched his lips move.

“More of the same.” he murmured, capturing her lips with his own. Max grinned as he kissed her, thinking herself very lucky indeed. Even if this didn’t last, to have it just once…

Logan pulled away and looked back at her, gently stroking her shoulder with his fingertips.

Max frowned slightly as she asked, “You don’t get a chance to do this often, do you?”

Logan shook his head, silent.

Max gently pushed him over onto his back and straddled him, her honeyed locks spilling over her shoulders and trailing down over her breasts.

“Then I’ll do my best to make it entirely worth it for you.”

His expression clouded over and he captured her wrists with his hands. He opened his mouth to speak but Max interrupted, explaining, “Logan – I like you. Trust me when I say I’m not doing this for entirely altruistic motives here, alright? I plan to get as well as I give.”

She felt him relax beneath her; the doubt that had crept into his eyes slipping away. Max smiled and shifted to rest her head on his shoulder.

“For now, I just need this,” she murmured, letting out a small happy sigh as she felt his arms encircle her.


Logan was surprised at how good it felt just to hold her. The wolf girl had been entertaining at first and she was definitely attractive, but there was something different about her, other than the obvious attraction between them. Had he ever been with somebody like this? A year had passed since he had liberated himself from the facility he’d found himself trapped in. He’d been wandering the wilderness since, keeping to himself and trying to find the man inside the monster they’d created in him. Many other men had come after him, but since they’d turned him into a damned human abattoir, they were quickly dealt with.

He’d damn near kill himself before they took him back to that fucking place again.

How the hell had he ended up in the US? The last couple of months were still a groggy blur in his thoughts. He was having a hard time piecing it all together, but then he was getting used to that. Memory timeslip here – timeslip there. Christ, he was surprised he could still remember that he liked beer at this point. They’d fucked his head so thoroughly that he wasn’t really sure of who – or what he was at times.

Man? Animal? Weapon?

Max shifted against him with a happy sigh. He hadn’t heard anything that sublime in a good long while. Sure, he’d had his share of sex. There were always women who wanted to rut, after all – and that’s all they usually saw in him. After all, fuckin’ was fuckin’, right? And it served its purpose quite nicely.

This one, though? He sighed and held her a little tighter. Something about her kept his thoughts from flying apart. Kept the nightmares at bay. Kept him somewhat sane. It was the closest he’d come to peace in his head in a long time.

The wolf girl moved beside him again, turning and pushing herself up to look down at him.

God, she was beautiful. It damn near took his breath away.

Her eyes were just on the greenish side of hazel and they danced when she smiled. There was an odd innocence to her that he hadn’t seen in the other women he’d encountered. He slid a hand down to rest at her hip and smiled back up at her.

Her voice was like spiced honey as she talked and it sent a little shiver up his spine as she said, “The wolf likes you. She thinks you’d make good breeding stock. A good mate.”

He laughed, liking the way it made her breasts jiggle.

“You always been this direct?” he asked, still chuckling.

Max grinned and nodded. “Yeah. It makes most guys really uncomfortable – but not you. Why is that?”

Logan gave her hips a light squeeze, rumbling, “I like it. ‘s refreshing.”

Max cocked her head at him. It looked like she was assessing him.

“You really are gorgeous. You know that, right?” she murmured, leaning in close to brush her lips against his ear. It set his entire body tingling.

He let out a soft growl, his fingers digging into her hip. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his hard length.

“Honey, I’m gonna make sure you’re not able to walk after this..” she murmured as she slowly slid down his torso.


Logan looked up at the stars as Max rested her head against his shoulder. She was fast asleep. He would need to start moving again tomorrow. She had done her best to stick to her word and likely would’ve been able to carry through if it hadn’t been for his healing factor. She’d been able to keep up with him a hell of a lot longer than any partner he’d ever been with, though – which was a definite plus.

She would probably come with him if he asked her, but he wasn’t entirely sure that he her wanted to. Sure, he liked being with her, and having her around for the moment – but he didn’t want to put her in harm’s way. And harm was definitely comin’ his way. It always was, or so it seemed. It was just a matter of time before they tracked him down again and she’d probably turn out to be a liability in a combat situation. He’d end up being worried about her getting hurt instead of keeping his own ass lead free.

She snuggled against him beneath the covers and he pulled her tighter. Would it be worth it to cut her loose? To bring the nightmares back? To let the beast take control again? There was a certain primal freedom to letting that part of himself flood his system, but it always had a price. Everything had a price. Of course, there was always the off chance that they could go to ground completely, go off the grid for awhile.

The stars held their own secrets, being poor counsel in such matters. He closed his eyes and let himself drop off to sleep.

He’d figure it out in the morning.


MARVEL owns the copyright on their own characters, but I’ve fussed with and taken liberties with canon, and Max is my own creation.

Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15 :: Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21 :: Chapter 22 :: Chapter 23 :: Chapter 24 :: Chapter 25

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