The bone wall crumbled, and the Pope emerged from it. His eyes landed on Werewolf, but the instant he saw the crimson claws, his anger gave way to amusement.
"Uh-oh… didn't know muties could use Sorcery as well."
Paying the comment no attention, the white hero shifted his gaze between the red-haired youth and the old man.
"Hey, fur face," the youth snapped his fingers a couple of times. "Stop acting as if this has anything to do with me. If I get a single scratch because of this, I'm gonna sue the fuck out of you."
Confusion clouded Werewolf's thoughts, causing him to wonder if something was wrong with the youth's head. Didn't he attack White Arrow just now?
"I'm warning you," he said. "You better not make this more complicated."
