When Tracy leaped onto Victor's balcony she wondered if Dezra would be in there, but when she peeked inside the woman wasn't there. Opening up the balcony doors she stepped into his room and glanced around. The room was empty. Woman probably read my mind. Heh, she's pretty nice when she aims for it. Anger slowly dissapating, the tiger woman leaned on the balcony door's rim. The cool night air hit her body, sending a chill through her, but she ignored it. It didn't matter. She could smell him before she could see him. Victor always smelled pleasing to her, a mix of musk and this pure, masculine scent. Finally stepping into the room, his blue eyes locked with her amber ones.

"Litter runt?" His question was spoken with amusement, his lips curving into a half smile, revealing a white fang. Tracy's eyes glittered with humor in the darkness of the night. No lights were on in the room, the occasional glint from the moon would make their eyes shine fiercly.

"How many times must I prove to you that I can take care of myself Victor?" Her pink lips curled back in a snarl as she conversed telepathically. For some reason, unknown to her, the bloodlust inside of her was rising quicker than ever before. Angry lashes of adrenalin pulsing into her bloodstream, making it harder and harder to focus. A heat blossomed inside of her, spreading throughout her until she thought she would scream from the intense pressure. Sweat beaded on her skin, tantalizingly pouring down her in rivulets.

"Tracy, ya alright?" Victor's deep, rumbling voice rippled through her pleasingly. Teasing the heat inside of her.

"I'm so hot." She tried to relieve the pressure by stepping out onto the balcony but the cold didn't affect her. "Some...something's wr...wrong." The heat hit her harder now, feeding the bloodlust inside. Her amber eyes glittered no longer in anger, this time they shown with a fire that only she could feel. Throwing her head back she roared, a last attempt to make the heat leave her but instead it just lit up the scorching heat inside of her and released her beast. Tracy was no longer in control, the feral inside taking it's leap to the front. It would hunt tonight.

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Victor wasn't a fool, he could tell when she started going into heat. He knew it would happen sometime, just didn't expect it so suddenly. He now had two choices: lock her up and wait it out, or find her a suitable mate. Fighting the temptation to sigh, he chose the former. Opening the telepathic link he shared with his wife, he demanded her attention.

"Yes dear?" Dezra's soothing, telepathic voice did nothing to calm him. His blue eyes warily watched the young feral as she leapt off the balcony and started hunting.

"Tracy just went into heat." His words shocked the red head.

"Heat? Now!" She couldn't help but worry, they really weren't prepared for this. Victor could practically feel his wife think up a plan, she was thinking so fast however, that he couldn't see it.

"Is there a way we could trap her in the house?" The blonde hurridly questioned his wife, he didn't know what Tracy was doing right that moment and he leaned off the balcony to see her going from balcony to balcony, searching for a suitable mate.

"I'm not sure, we need more possibilities, just in case." Dezra caught him off guard with that one. Possibilities meant more choices, more choices meant more probability that Tracy would have to mate.

"What do I gotta do?" Even his telepathic voice sounded resigned. A calming telepathic stroke to his mind had him relaxing.

"For now I would appreciate it if you gathered up all the men in the house that aren't related to her and informed them to what's going on." Victor felt a spike of pride that his wife was so collected in their time of need.

"It will be done." He growled deep in his chest as he closed off the telepathic rapport. Exiting his room he threw his head back and roared. She would not escape.

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It was quiet at the mansion. Most were sleeping or were up late doing homework that was due the next day. For one mansion resident, the reasons were different. Logan was having a case of insomnia tonight, his mind thinking too much for him to sleep. Growling softly in irritation he aimed for the kitchen when all of a sudden, the phone rang. Not wanting it to wake up the students he grabbed the phone and answered with a 'hello' gruffly.

"Logan, is that you?" Hearing Victor Creed's wife on the other side he calmed himself.

"Yeah, it's me Dezra." The short man leaned against the wall, waiting for her to tell him why she called. He was surprised when she jumped straight to the point.

"We have a feral in heat over here Logan, I need some help." He fought the urge to shake the woman that he wouldn't be able to touch anyways, considering the fact they were talking over the phone.

"What do ya expect me ta do?" He couldn't control the growl that erupted from his mouth. Her soft sigh made him calm down.

"Please Logan, we need more men." He wanted to help her, but he also wanted to stay at home and not have to worry about anything. However, her gentle, pleading voice made him give in.

"Alright, I'll gather up some o' the stronger male students, we'll be over soon." He hung up the phone and thought over the ones he'd wake. He knew Tracy would most likely go for the strongest male outside of her family, so he would have to be picky in his choosings. Getting to work he wondered how he got himself into this predicament.

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Tracy prowled through the mansion's rooms with a hunger like no other. A woman stepped out of a room, making her retaliate. Her claws struck out swiftly, slicing into cold flesh, making warm blood pour onto her fingers. Suddenly, she was tackled to the side by a large male, her mind not making the distinction between foe and friend. Kicking and clawing, she could hear her attacker growl in anger before she threw him off of her. The tiger woman leapt to her feet and ran, her amber eyes watching for any movement. The sound of her claws clicking against tile floors made her move quicker. The smell of brimstone filled her nostrils, inspiring her bloodlust to spike. Leaping into the dark cloud, she felt the warm flesh of a person. She recognized the body as a male, but no quicker than she had leapt onto him she had jumped off.

When her feet touched the floor she slipped, sliding unpleasantly across the tile. She roared in anger as she slammed into a wall. Bloodlust pumping adrenalin through her more fiercely now, Tracy struggled to her feet. Slamming her way through a door she leapt off a balcony into the open air. Pure freedom pulsed through her for a moment before she landed easily. Brimstone filled her senses again, behind her this time. She swirled around in a flash of anger to find herself pinned to the ground. The cold dew of the early morning soaked into her clothing and fur, but she didn't acknowledge it. The strange male fought to keep her down but she was stronger. A strong sniff of his scent told her that he wasn't suitable enough. Pulling up her legs, she kicked him off with a power strong enough to break through brick. Once he was down, he didn't get up.

Tracy was about to go in for the kill when a soft whirring caught her ears. She tilted her head up to the night sky and saw a black jet land not that far away. Her black hair whipped in her face from the winds created by the aircraft, making her push it away angrily. The loading ramp lowered slowly, revealing a small amount of men. Walking towards the jet slowly, she inspected these men with a quick sniff to the night air. Their scents were muddled together, making it incredibly hard to pick apart the seperate males. Nearing the group now, they noticed her and stopped exiting the ship. One of them spoke, making the others spread out across the yard. Not wanting to face one just yet she ran into the forest surrounding the mansion. The large trees shielded her body from most of the cold, also hiding her from view. Digging her claws into a tree trunk, she climbed up into the branches as high as possible. From her position she could watch the movements of all the males.

One particular man drew her attention like a moth to the flame. He wasn't tall, but the way he walked with an air of assurance made her watch him closely. He was strong, she could tell from her spot. He walked like an animal, followed her scent like an animal. He was good, but was he the right one? The other males were far enough away that she felt secure enough to inspect the one male closer. Tracy leapt from the tree easily, her feet landing softly in the grass. The male stopped for a moment, she could faintly see his ears twitch. He heard her. Yessss. The feral growled inside. He was suitable. Slowly, he neared her spot next to the tree. Ducking into the bushes, she crawled around him. Watching his movements closely. He turned and jumped towards her suddenly, making her leap backwards. Tracy turned and ran deeper into the forest, but she could smell him close by.

For a long moment she thought she had escaped, when she was tackled to the ground brutally. Yes! The feral growled in pleasure. He was suitable. Three glimmering claws shot out from the males hands and sliced her clothes away. A deep sniff filled her nose with his scent, musky and masculine. He fought for dominance over her body, but she fought back just as well. With a swift pull she had turned them over, so she was on top. She roared in excitement, her amber eyes locked tightly onto his blue ones. When she wasn't paying attention, Tracy was launched onto her back and he was on top of her again. Pleasure filled her when the remainder of her clothes were torn away easily. Yes, he was suitable.

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(A/N) Hahahaha! You have to wait and suffer! Muhahahahaha! Who caught Tracy? I think it's rather obvious... I laid the hints rather thickly. I'm already working on the next chapter, so do not fear my beloved readers! Kudos to my reviewers! Utsuri wins the award for being my beta... you were quickest. Well, I'm off to write! -Sabeybaby