Just a random plot bunny that came into my head, and became much bigger.

DISCLAIMER: I am not the owner of Marvel. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.

(A.n. the prelude will be written in a series of flashbacks. You have been warned.)

PRELUDE: The Farkas twins.

Memories. Memories of an old life, memories of a new life. Memories of death, memories of family. Always remembering.

*Flash!*

A pair of twins with black hair and amber eyes are born to a mother who looks at them, horrified. She looks to the father. "What have we done?" She whispers.

*Flash!*

In the woods, two wolf pups, black with amber eyes, race each other to the cottage on the hill,

Nipping at each other's heels.

*Flash!*

Two children, five years old, Stand in the doorway of the Cottage. One thought. "They Left us."

*Flash!*

Walking past a sign labeled "New York city: 2 miles"

*Flash!*

Sleeping in an ally, each sibling taking two hour shifts, watching and waiting.

*Flash!*

Strange figures. A man in armour, a Human Spider, A Green Giant. Feelings of hope,which turn into despair. "They're not like us."

*Flash!*

Fighting with a gang of thugs, trying to steal the twins money.

*Flash!*

Snarling in rage when they hit her brother, leaping, jaws open, the sister rips out the leaders throat, and relishes the taste of his blood.

The gang flees, the girl reverts to a human and helps her brother up. They look at each other in wonder.

*Flash!*

The Cries Of "Freak!" and "Monster!" lead them to another child with strange amber eyes. A whisper. "Alpha."

*Flash!*

Another Child. "Pack."

*Flash!*

The twins are found, stealing some food from a street vendor.

*Flash!*

The pack is taken, "A New Weapon." Some whisper. "A New type of Mutation." Say others. one thing is clear, they have to escape.

*Flash!*

The taste of blood, the savage glee, the thrill of the Hunt. Their captors are dead, and they are Free.

*Flash!*

The hunt is over, and Four wolf cubs are sitting on a large outcropping, looking over the city. They look at each other, and with mischief in their eyes, the cubs howled as one.

Because the Pack bows to no one but the moon.