Victor stomped into Stryker's base facility with his mate in his arms. He quickly regretted his decision bringing her here; God knows what Stryker wants with her mutation. Moro stirred in his arms, only to change positions. "Stryker!" Creed shouted. A man with a long white lab coat on, came down to greet the large feral.
"Ah, good work Victor," his eyes glanced down to her bandaged thigh, "But why is she wrapped up in your trench coat? Her mutation contributes to keeping her body temperature at a high rate of a hundred and six degrees. She shouldn't need it." Creed chuckled, thinking back on the fight over dominance between him and the wolf.
"We had a little…disagreement," he said. He smiled in contentment, showing off his pointed canines. Sabretooth looked down at Moro, her long dirty blonde hair flowing over his forearm like a waterfall. Her eyes fluttered open, exposing her dark grey eyes. The girl's vision struggled to focus, as they always did. Once her vision cleared, her gaze fixated on him.
"Whatever, I don't think I want to know, nor do I care to find out. Put her on the table," Stryker growled as he strode over to a table that reminded Moro of something she's seen in a morgue. "I will examine her wound before I give her back to you so you may start training with her." Victor struggled letting the girl, not because he didn't want to, but because she wouldn't let his bicep the fuck go!
"What training? Where are we? Please don't let me go," she grumbled. Moro was becoming attached Victor, she didn't know why. The girl had only known him for a few days. The feral was getting annoyed, even if she was his mate and all. He still needed to tell her about that. "Come on, he just wants to check your leg out," he said. Moro stopped struggling and agreed, and allowed her to be put down on the silver examining table.
Stryker took off Victor's replacement bandage, ignoring the fact that she was buck naked. He must have seen people like this a lot. Even so, she felt uncomfortable under his hands.
Although the shirt was bloody, underneath it, the wound was fully healed. There was no trace of the gash; it was like it was never there. "Victor, it seems to me she has the same healing gene that you do," Stryker said, shocked.
"So I heal faster than others, so what?" The wolf didn't understand what the big deal was. "Your healing will save your life, it makes you immortal," Stryker explained. "Wow, I really don't know what to say to that," Moro said turning to look at Victor, "that means you're immortal too, right?" The wolf tried to hide the excitement in her voice. Creed smiled, smelling her excited emotion. He knew the feral part of her had finally realized their relationship.
"Take her and get her a change of clothes, she will be training with the team as soon as possible." Creed nodded his head and grunted in agreement. Stryker wrapped Victor's trench coat around her as the feral picked her up bridal style.
He swiftly walked out of the base facility and into what looked like a dorm. In the middle of it were four couches and a brown coffee table. This is probably where they had their team meetings, the wolf thought to herself.
On each side of the courtyard, there were four doors. Victor walked towards to the second door to the left and unlocked it with one of his claws. The girl wrinkled her nose at how messy his room was. The bed wasn't made, there was a hole in the wall next to the door, the lamp next to Creed's bed was shattered and there was laundry all over the floor.
Moro wrapped the coat around her body, shivering. "What are you going to give me to wear? None of your clothes will fit," the wolf muttered. Ignoring her, Victor continued to look through his drawer, picking out a pair of black boxers and a white long sleeved shirt. "Here," he said as he threw them at her, "put those on. You will be sleeping in bed with me tonight." As the girl quickly slipped on his clothes, she shook her head in disagreement, putting her feral instincts on the back burner, "Uh no? There is no way I will be sharing a bed with you! I don't even know you."
Victor pinned her up against the wall. He clutched the shirt he gave her in his fists, putting a knee in between both of her legs so she wouldn't have a chance to get away. "Listen wolf, you do what I say, when I tell you to do it. No questions asked. When I say jump you say how high! Got it?" A growl rumbled through inside his chest. Moro rolled her eyes. "Did you hear me? I asked you if you understood me!" She quickly shook her head, deciding to agree. She didn't want to cause trouble, not at this hour.
"Fine, whatever you say." Creed removed his leg from its position, and released his hold on her. "Get to bed, you have a long day tomorrow," he said coarsely, "oh and by the way, I never asked you your name." The wolf turned to look at him as she got into bed between the black sheets. "Moro, Moro Rae."
Moro, he thought. Doesn't that mean ruler of wolves? Rae's meaning was also vaguely familiar, but it just wasn't coming to him at the moment. His shirt having already been off, he slid into beside her. She had her back facing him. Sabretooth could see that she had quickly fallen asleep next to him. He flicked off the lamp that wasn't shattered and rested his head on the pillow.
Tomorrow she will meet the team and start training with them. Oh joy.