Calm, cool, and collected...not exactly the best way to describe me. When I was younger, I was definitely more feral than anything. I learned to control my anger  enough to be able to attend school. It was definitely different growing up. I was definitely a trouble maker in school, but I did well enough with my classes. I still have my moments of anger, but that's really only when you mess with my family. Now? I'm more calm, cool, and collected than I have been in the past, but still isn't a way to describe me.

I was born in Godric's Hollow to amazing parents, both of which were werewolves. They were originally from Scotland, but my father's work brought them to Godric's Hollow soon after they married. It was an amazing place to grow up. I had my best friend, Jordon Matheson, and we created havoc together, of course me more so because of my werewolf parents. As a child I was pretty much feral when you look at some of the things I've done to get into trouble.

I had gotten into even more trouble after my brother Matthew was born. I now had a little brother to teach how to have fun. It wasn't really long after he was born though, that my dad's work took him to Maine. We lived in a small town there where werewolves actually coexisted with humans and vampires with pretty much no issues whatsoever, or very little issues. It was absolutely amazing. I didn't have my best friend any more, but it was still exciting growing up there.

I got my acceptance letter to Ilvermorny when I was 11. I hadn't yet transformed into a werewolf, but I knew it was coming. Until then, I was able to enjoy learning magic full time. I was still a handful though. I would constantly get in trouble at school. It wasn't as if I was being vicious about it, I was just trying to have fun.

My werewolf transformation didn't happen until I was 16 though, when I "came of age". I remember being pulled out of school for the year and did homeschooling for the year. I thought it sucked because the homeschooling was more learning to control my transformations enough to be able to go back to school.

It wasn't easy. It took all year for my parents to feel comfortable enough to allow me to attend Ilvermorny again. I didn't fall behind, thankfully, because I still did school work while learning how to control my transformations. My attitude was worse for a while at school too after that. I tried to stay away from others because I knew I was getting more out of hand and didn't want to seem like I was a bully.

After graduating, I moved to England to work for the Ministry of Magic. I went into Law Enforcement first, but now I'm a captain in the Werewolf Capture Unit. That's right, I'm a werewolf capturing rogue werewolves. My talents as a werewolf have become a great asset in my work and I believe I'm doing great work making sure the magical world, and even the Muggle world, are safe from feral weres.

As I went up in ranks in the Ministry, I met my beautiful wife while working there. I fell in love quickly with her, not sure if the fact of her being Veela had anything to do with it, but more than 20 years later, I'm still in love with her and fall more in love with her as we grow older together. I just remember running into her that first day of meeting her and was just surprised by how beautiful she was. She didn't seem to think much of me at the time, but I ended up winning her over.

She was bitten as a teenager, which I have never met a Veela-Werewolf hybrid before and that intrigued me quite a bit, but that's not what really drew me to her. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and that's what drew me to her. She has given me four beautiful children as well, all of which are hybrids as well. Of course, they are born werewolves and not bitten, but they also have their mother's Veela genes as well.

Logan got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist after he dried his hair. He wiped the foggy mirror with his hand and quickly ran a brush through his short hair. He wasn't too worried about styling it, since he was just going to mess it up anyway after he pulled a shirt over his head.

Instead, he walked out of the bathroom and over to the little dresser where he put what little clothes he could stuff in his saddle bags, an extra pair of pants and a couple of shirts plus some socks. He pulled the towel off of him and dropped it on the floor, not even caring if Angel, who was still asleep in his bed, woke up and saw him in the buff.