A/N: Thanks to Tulip Tea for favoriting and reviewing, great name by the way. Also a big ole thank you to IsabelleBlue and Gothicpug for reviewing, they've written some of my favorite stories! Also thanks to AnimeOtakuBara, Fire Black Dragon and jimmysdeathgirl for signing up for story alerts! You're all bad asses in my book.

Again I do not own anything Sabertooth or X-Men related, only my OFC and the plot. Also, I am fully aware that Victor may be OOC in The Feral, this is an AU of Origins. Oh and from here on out, watch out for naughty language and other adult things (such as the mentioned rape in this chapter), I'm not turning him into a house cat after all.

Italics = Thoughts (and occasionally emphasis)

Chapter 4

Broken?

Victor crept forward slowly, his nostrils flaring, filling his lungs his her scent. Mixed in with the smells of summertime was a heady dose of fear, pain, long simmering anger and something else, something he didn't recognize, or know how to name. Perhaps...Hope?

Creed felt strange too. Way too...accepting and detached, numb almost.

What the fuck is goin' on?

She didn't acknowledge his arrival or presence, but he could tell from her tensed muscles that she was awake. The male feral knew she'd been there at least four, maybe five or more months. He wasn't able to remember the exact time he'd first caught a hint of her, but he'd started really paying attention maybe about 3 months ago. Looking at the huddle form, Victor recognized the sight of a long abused woman. Fuck, he'd done worse himself.

But he couldn't tell if she'd been broken. He'd need to see her eyes for that. Though the scent of recent anger was a good sign she hadn't been. Yet.

It wasn't until later on that the man called Sabertooth realized how fucked up his reaction had been. What he shoulda done was tear her from that goddamn kennel and fuck her before beating the life damn near outta her. Or maybe beat her, then fuck her. His beast shoulda broken free the second he saw her, a female of his kind.

But it didn't.

The animal was quiet, both man and beast shocked into dumbfounded silence. He'd never seen a female feral before. Sure they were out there, but they were hard to find since they almost always got claimed by the first male to come across 'em. Male ferals were...possessive of their mates, it was the animal in 'em.

Jimmy's the one who knows all about that mating bullshit, not me.

Victor crouched by the cage. Close, but not close enough for her to feel threatened. He knew what it felt like to be in a cage. Vulnerable. Powerless. And pissed off.

"You got a name, frail?" Creed rumbled out awkwardly, trying for the first time in his miserable existence NOT to be scary.

She's so...little.

The female said nothing, didn't even change her breathing pattern. Maybe she was broken. Now he felt the stirrings of anger.

They fucking broke her. THEY FUCKING BROKE HER! I'll mother fuckin' kill-

He broke off the internal roar mid sentence when he noticed the female's head tilt ever so slightly, allowing a few messy cedar colored curls to part and reveal one shining, silver eye.