Watch out, kids, it's Jubilation Lee.

Which brings Liz to five characters. It's all Chris's fault on this one.

Matty spent many of her nights sleepless. Maybe it stemmed from spending so many nights in dingy motel rooms, where the scents of those who had slept in the bed before her kept her awake, or from learning to sleep lightly, because she never knew when she would have to hit the ground running.

Now, though, it seemed she couldn't sleep until she had wandered the school several times over, making sure the students were in bed, that they were safe. Maybe it was the animal restless inside of her, the instinct to verify that everything and everyone was safe. That her pack could sleep soundly. That thought always gave her pause. It was strange to think of having a pack again. It was strange just to think about having a pack to begin with. And yet, there she was, with twenty-plus people comprising what she thought of as her pack. People instinct had made it her duty to protect.

Sometimes, she really hated being a feral mutant. Scratching her head and sighing, she wound her way back toward her bedroom. Some nights found her in Logan's bedroom, when both of them were still too keyed up and needed some release. What they had wasn't just sex. Matty wasn't sure what it was, nor was she too eager to identify what lingered between them when their bodies were spent, yet they still couldn't drag themselves away from each other.

Matty felt that, for however long they could, they would blame their feral natures. They hadn't talked about it. Matty had tried her damnedest just to keep from thinking about it.

And she wasn't thinking about why she felt disappointed when he wasn't in his room that night, or why, when she stretched out on his bed, the smell of him in the sheets and on the pillows comforted her so. Or why she smiled as she dug her head into his pillow, inhaling deeply.

No, this wasn't just about the sex.