Moro woke to the sound of heavy hunting boots hitting the forest floor. A pair of strong arms were holding her as the big cat like man trudged through the forest's thick brush. Victor's right arm was underneath her knees, while his left supported her back. She vaguely remembered being knocked out; maybe it was his heavy weight that cut off the circulation to her brain.

The feral leaned her head back just enough to see the night sky. The moon and stars brightly lit there pathway to God knows where ever the hell this man was taking her. And why had he wanted her of all feral mutants out there?

Moro looked up at her captor, trying to focus her blurry vision on his bold features. His teeth were clenched, making the muscle in his jaw ripple every so often. He was tall, dark and handsome. But his feral side seemed to overtake his humanity. She wondered how long he had been like this and why? Every now and then a malicious growl would rumble out of his chest. Moro squirmed in his tight grasp uncomfortably. "Stop struggling wolf," he spat.

As the girls instincts kicked into high gear, she tumbled out of his grasp and landed with a thud on the ground. But seconds before hitting the pile of leaves underneath her, she phased with a blink of an eye. There was no way in hell she could defend herself as a human, up against him anyway.

Phasing, she tore her last pair of clothes she brought with her. "Shit," she thought. The wolf rolled back onto her feet, or rather, paws. Moro lowered her ears against her head, while balancing herself into a crouch. Her hackles rose all down her back, sending him a feral warning.

"Okay frail; let's see what you've got," Creed hissed. Also having the qualities a feral, he got down on all fours and bounded towards her. For a man, that was pretty impressive. But there was no time to be admiring him when Moro should be showing him dominance.

Once Creed had gotten close, she tackled him to the ground, flipping him onto his back. Moro slapped a large paw on his chest, flexing her long black claws. She flashed her white, dagger teeth growling down at him.

In packs, flipping another pack member or rogue wolf onto its back signified power and most of all, dominance. This was the last straw for the saber-toothed cat though. There was no fucking way someone would out rank him, a mutt no less. Victor let a vicious roar of angry out up at her. He was the one and only alpha. He would show her who was boss.

The cat like man heaved the wolf to the side like a sack of potatoes, like it only weighed a pound. Moro hit her head on the oak tree, six feet away from the beast. She got up and quickly shook herself off. The black wolf sprinted toward Victor who was also flashing his canines. He was clearly nowhere near giving up. Moro dodged the swipe of his claws at her head but felt a rake of claws cut deep into her thigh down to her back paw.

The wolf yelped in pain, and fell to the soft forest ground. Moro changed back into her human form, all the while howling. The girl would have been embarrassed of her naked body but she was too distracted by the two foot gash on the outer part in her thigh and foot. Sabretooth scanned her well toned body, not a trace of fat in sight. But she wasn't skinny; every part of her body was covered in muscle. Running in the woods for miles a day and not having fatty foods around will do that to you.

He smirked, she was the female version of him. She never gave up on fight, and she never passed up the opportunity to claim her dominance. The feral beast screamed at him, telling him that she was HIS mate. Victor realized now that he had no choice. His intuition told him to protect her with all he had. Being that he was immortal, this would not be as bad. It was breaking the news to Stryker that his best soldier had in fact bonded with his new weapon.

Boy had he cut her bad. He felt twinge of remorse all of a sudden. He shook his think trench coat off and wrapped her in it, leaving her scathed thigh exposed. Victor knelt down to her level and sniffed her wound. He gently started liking at her wound. Moro flinched, "W-What are you doing!?" Sabretooth snarled, wrinkling his nose back, threatening her to stay still and leave him be to do his job.

Even though the girl didn't want to admit it, she felt a lot better when he was done.

Victor needed something to act as a band aid for the time being but he had already generously given up his coat for her. He grunted as he found something to cover it. Creed slipped his tight black shirt off and thought of ripping it, but the shirt as a whole would cover more surface area. The cat took the cloth and wrapped it around her leg. This would be good enough until he got her back to the base.

Moro tried to focus her bleary vision, but it resisted. She wasn't sure if she lost to much blood or not but for some reason she had a gut feeling that Victor would make sure she wouldn't.

Although she couldn't see clearly, she could see that he was half naked. He was fiiine. The large feral that now stood in front of her topless, had nicely defined muscles. With every fraction of a movement he made, his muscles rippled.

The girl could not believe she actually thought she had a chance against this god-like mutant. How foolish of her.

Victor suddenly reminded himself that they needed to be on their way or that fucking prick boss of his would be up his ass if he were late. He gently scooped up his mate. Moro winced in change of position, but she quickly got comfortable and rested her head against her captor's broad chest. The cat like man purred in satisfaction as they made their way back to Stryker and back to Jimmy, his brother.

Victor Creed and James Logan were finally starting to get along with each other. But little do these two alphas know what will soon tear them apart.