Hello Dolls and Darlings! Welcome to the first chapter of "His Little Feral!" This is a very short intro that will prelude much longer, better written chapters!

Just a warning! I do not have extensive knowledge of the X-Men Universe. I probably will make mistakes. If I do, please point them out. Please however keep in mind that this is my story. I am going to take creative license.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. Neither do I have ownership over Liev Shreiber (though it is a shame) ;)

Victor smirked down at the dossier on his latest target, though as soon as he saw the name and photo attached, he knew he wouldn't need it.

Legal Name: Jonathan Patrick McAllister

Alias(es): Morph

Age: 35

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Mutation: Shapeshifting

The document went on and on with more information that Victor knew he wouldn't need. He and Morph had worked together on a few jobs in the past. He knew it wouldn't take long to take care of business.

Years ago, Morph had settled down, opening a small bookstore in northern Indiana. He was unmarried and definitely wasn't expecting anyone to want him dead. He simply kept his head down, hid his mutations, and went on with everyday, normal life.

He was cleaning the register counter when he heard the bell ring, indicating a customer entering the store. Without raising his head, he greeted,

"Just let me know if you need anything."

Victor had planned the kill to a T. But when he entered the store, everything changed. An enticing, if it could be simplified to merely that, aroma hung heavy in the air. Just the aroma alone had Victor's pants tightening in the most pleasurable of ways. The animal within him roared, instinctually knowing exactly what the smell signified. It was the scent of his mate, of whom he had given up hope of ever finding. Female ferals were typically killed young, usually by male ferals. Within seconds, he had run to the counter, cleared it, and had Morph pinned against the wall behind it.

Morph clawed at the hand and claws that had him lifted off the ground, eye-to-eye with the predator he knew as from his past. Victor could see the fear in his wide brown eyes. He could smell it permeating the air.

"Victor! What the fuck?!"

"Shut up. If you answer my questions, you may just escape with your life today. There is a girl that, from the smell of it, is in here quite often. Young. And feral. Who is she and where can I find her?" Victor asked, his voice deadly calm.

"Charlie?! What the fuck do you want with her? Girl's barely 18!" Morph choked out, still attempting to put space between him and the talons threatening to slit his throat. Victor leaned closer and sneered into the much smaller man's face.

"Where is she, Morph?"

"She comes in every day after work. Should be here any minute." Victor allowed the man to slide back to his feet. He leaned in close to the smaller man's face.

"I'll be in the back of the store. If you fuck this up, I'll leave you in pieces. Are we clear?" Morph nodded, massaging the indentions Victor's claws had left on his skin.

As Victor stalked to the back of the store, Morph shook his head and muttered, "Lord, forgive me."

Not five minutes later, the bell rang again, signaling another customer. From her scent, Victor could tell it his mate. Her enticing scent filled the room, almost making Victor purr from his hiding spot.

"Jon? Where are you? You'll never guess what happened!" Though Victor couldn't see her, he found himself smiling. Her voice was indeed young and had the slightest southern twang to it.

"What happened, lass?" That voice, with a thick Irish brogue, was not familiar. It definitely wasn't Morph's natural voice.

"Jon! I need to focus! As much as I love seeing and hearing Norman Reedus in Murphy McManus form, this is a serious situation! I can't be distracted by the sexiness of Ireland right now!" Victor found himself growling internally at this. His mate shouldn't be attracted to other males! She was his!

"Alright hon, what is it?" He heard Morph's normal voice answer. He sounded nervous, as he should be.

"Well Hank called! He said-hold on. What is that smell? Are you wearing cologne?" Victor smirked. Of course she could smell him, just as easily as he had smelled her.

"For real, Jon, it smells amazing in here. Like, I don't know, outside? Like the forest. And something else. I can't place it." Victor could hear her inhaling, craving more of his scent. With that he stood up, to see his mate for the first time.

So that's it. What'd you think?