Hi this is my first X-Men Fanfic and i hope i am getting everything right...uhm OH RIGHT i own nothing, except Callum, Roscoe, Patrick, and Alpha...yeahhhh

Anyways i hope you like it, please tell me what you think...

Being a mutant and not knowing your origins is rather annoying. It raises all sorts of questions like "who were my parents? Were they mutants or when I displayed freakish ability's did they throw me into the gutter?" It may be annoying but it's also freeing, I never have to answer to anybody but me and my pack of mutant friends.

I can remember a little of my childhood, I know it was a depressing, harsh environment but I think I came out alright. The one thing I remember vividly is that the night of my eighth birthday a man gave me some papers and told me to leave the area. I know I should remember more but…I can't. All I have now to remind me of that time is the papers and the dogtags I wear every day, the ones nobody knows about. It's been ten years since I was sent away.

Living in an orphanage sucks, especially since they give us a specific amount of food, which isn't enough for four young feral children. My pack consists of me, the un-identical twins Callum and Roscoe, and Patrick. We should be getting around 12,000 calories per day and on a good day we're getting around 5,000 a day. We hunt occasionally but it's not enough to help us.

We have a plan to run away to Xaviar's school for mutants. We have hid our powers long enough, and if we have to hid it anymore I think the animals inside of me will destroy everything.

I glanced out of the window and watched the setting sun. a sharp rap on my door alerted me to Callum standing in the doorway. I glanced at him and he started talking. "Roscoe thinks he found the School. We are going to go tomorrow night and check it out." I nodded and said "Ok but we should hunt tonight." Callum nodded then walked away.

I smirked to myself then jumped out the window. My long dirty blond hair whipping around my face, I landed with a soft thud and glanced up at my room three stories above me. I smirked and slinked into the forest. Callum slinked up beside me and whispered "Roscoe and Patrick are coming, they just have to do a little work before they come out to meet us." I nodded and we walked towards our meeting place.

I glanced at Callum as we sat down on opposite ends of the fire pit. Callum eyes darkened as he started making a fire, he had a snake-ey look that made girls love him. He also was extremely hot, so that probably helped things out a bit. Callum was a snake feral, Roscoe was a wolf feral, Patrick was a Panther, and i scariely enough was a freak compared to them. I was once a project for the military, and they made me a mix of ferals.

A couple of seconds later we heard footsteps brushing closer to us. We tensed up and I let my nails elongate. Hissing I stood up and waited for the intruders to step into the clearing. The wind was to my back so I couldn't smell them. Roscoe and Patrick walked into the clearing smirking. "Scare you Alpha?" Patrick teased. I relaxed then said "Pu-lease you couldn't scare me if you were Magneto himself!"

We chuckled then Roscoe said "I brought more stuff for when we leave." I nodded and said "Put it in the hallow." A while ago I had found an dead tree, and started digging into it for a place to hide. I grew to big soon but we started putting camping things into the tree. Roscoe nodded and put a tarp, a blanket, and some matches into the trunk.

I shrugged and started scenting the air. A herd of deer were eating just over the hill. I glanced at the boys who followed my lead scenting the air and we started hunting. "No female?" Patrick's horse whisper carried towards me. "No." I breathed back.

Patrick nodded as we stalked the deer. Both of us had elongated our nails, and we waited for the signal from Callum. We spotted Callum standing on the opposite hill and Roscoe was already slinking towards the deer. Callum started running towards the deer herding them towards me and Patrick.

Roscoe caught any deserters, and drove them back into the herd. The weaklings were in the back waiting for us to take them. Grinning I jumped out at one quickly killing it. Patrick did the same, and in the heat of the moment we were truly animals. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Roscoe slide towards the meal, I snarled at him.

Roscoe whined and after a second I shook my head and said "Haaa ok…let's eat." We dove into the bloody carcasses, letting the bloodlust grow. After we were done eating I stretched out and said "Did you all find the school?" Roscoe nodded and said "Yeah, want to pack tonight and go or pack tonight and leave tomorrow?" I shrugged and said "I don't care. All I want is for them to help us, and maybe they can get my memory back for me."

Patrick poked me and said "Alpha, why do you want to know who you are? You family could be dead and then you would feel sad…isn't it better knowing you were a project of the military and leave it alone?" I poked him back and said "No, because what if my parent's are alive? I'm sorry yours are dead but I want to at least see who my parent's are."

Patrick growled and got up "Parent's aren't always that great." He snarled and walked away. I felt a twinge of regret but at the same time I didn't care. He wasn't in charge of me so he shouldn't feel the need to tell me what I should and shouldn't want.

I glanced at Callum and Roscoe and shrugged "I'm going to go get clean before we head back." The boys nodded and I stalked off to the stream. The water was freezing as I lay in it, I stared at the night sky. "Why can't I remember anything?" I whispered.