Oufff… and I thought that the holidays would give me time to relax! It's been party after party here and I'm exhausted! Anyways, I will put my heart into this chapter in hopes that you like it.

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Night had fallen over the base for several hours already and everyone was asleep in their own room, resting up to be ready for what the following day brought them… actually, it appeared that a single person was still stalking through the darkness of the base, unable to find rest…

Victor Creed was walking the dark corridors like a shadow, soundless and unseen, feeling a desperate itch aggravating him, making his mind race and soul crave freedom. He wasn't big on long nights of sleep, but wasn't an insomniac either, so to be unable to get some shut-eye was a reason enough for him to wonder what was wrong. It felt as thought lightning was shooting through his veins instead of blood, grasping at his heart and electrifying his mind with every jolt… his very skin was annoyingly sensible, along with all his senses and he kept fighting a powerful urge to release the animal inside of him entirely so it could wreck havoc at will…

The male feral walked through the passage that housed the dorm room on either side, lost in his thoughts. Beyond the doors, he could hear soft breathing and light snoring, depending on who was occupying the room and all seemed deeply asleep… all but one being, who's heart he could feel racing even through the thick wooden door that separated him from it…

He stopped suddenly, sniffing the air in front of the room. The feral had little trouble identifying the warm, wild smell that reached his nose and made him smirk animally. He growled softly, revealing his fangs in amusement and heard a responding purr from behind the door.

It swung open very slowly, and a small shape came shuffling out uncertainly into the darkness of the corridor, looking down and clenching her small hands into fists. Chelsea growled again, uncertainly, showing off tiny rows of fangs that were beginning to replace her normal teeth. She glanced up at Creed and quickly looked away again, as if showing submissiveness.

As much as that behavior appealed to Victor, he didn't want her to be afraid, so he stepped back a little.

"I know you can hear and understand me, so listen. The feral in you is a part of you. I can feel how much it begs to be let out and I'm sure it's pretty damn hard for you to handle, otherwise you'd be asleep with your angel boy. Follow me and I'll make you see there's nothing to be afraid of." The feral spoke softly, cautious not to wake up anyone. He breathed in longingly, tasting the change in the girl's smell; again, she was all wilderness, forest and female… his instincts were threatening to take over and for a moment, he wondered if he would be able to carry out Stryker's mission this time… if he shouldn't just throw it all to hell and be gone with the feral girl…

Creed shook his head and turned away, walking through the corridor and out of the dorm section with Chelsea following soundlessly behind him. He decided to see how this all played out…

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The wind was a light caress over his face, bringing in continuous new smells and making the animal within him stir restlessly. The base lay a few hundred yards behind him as he faced the lush forest that covered the remaining part of the island they occupied. Creed sighed deeply, enjoy the sensation of freedom that the night air brought him and almost forgot about the female still following him like a shadow. But he heard her sigh as well and groan slightly as her transformation forced itself onto her entirely, erasing her humanity and replacing it with a beast ready for flight.

"The moon is full." The girl suddenly stated, giving the feral a jump. He turned around, intrigued, but she was again staring aimlessly around herself, pupil-less eyes unfocused as her clawed hands hung limply at her side. Creed figured that he would never get anywhere if she stayed so damn recluse and emotionless, so he decided it was time to… stimulate her a little.

He bared his fangs and snarled aggressively, taking a menacing step forward. "Instead of making weather statements, maybe you should try fighting me again. Bet I can crush you like last time, frail." He took another step, crouching down into a pounce.

But Chelsea moved about a hundred times faster than he could have ever anticipated: instead of backing up silently like he had expected her to, she lunged right at him like a lighting bolt, all claws extended. She plunged needle-sharp fangs into his shoulder, grasping at his flesh with razor nails and drawing an alarmed grunt from his throat. He slashed at her to get her off, but she had already pounced away seconds before and his claws caught nothing but air.

Creed stared, completely at a loss, at the female feral that was grinning aggressively at him from a few feet away, half-bowing in mockery as she chuckled softly. The feral didn't know how to react to this outburst, so he simply smirked back as all the wounds the girl had inflicted vanished from his skin.

"Don't call me frail."

She pounced again at the speed of light, aiming to hit him again, but Victor side-stepped her attack with ease, dodging right out of her reach and leaping after her. She was already running on all four, head thrown back as she laughed to the moon, her hands and feet pounding the ground.

He had to push himself to the limit to be able to catch up to her just as they entered the dense forest. The feral found he had to admire her agility as she careened off trees with grace, ripping marks in the bark with her razor-sharp claws, whereas he was forced to collide with the trees and break his way through the vegetation. Creed was too massive to be able to move like her, but he was strong enough to be able keep up with her, ignoring the trees and branches that exploded away from him as he crashed into them.

They ran, she like the wind and he, like a storm and they eventually both burst out into a small clearing where the trees were nonexistent. Creed pounced rapidly and grasped the girl roughly around the ankle just as she made to dash off once again into vegetation. He brought her down to the ground and she snarled, bucking against him wildly and breaking free.

Like an untouchable flame, she danced around him rapidly, slashing and biting with a savagery like he had never seen and he didn't even think about blocking her attacks, too fascinated by her speed, her grace, her animal beauty… the muscles beneath her skin her twisting and turning like they had a mind of their own as she dodged his avid, clawed hands that reached for her…

There a slight, popping sound and none other than John Wraith appeared right next to the rabid girl, grabbing her by the arm and vanishing once again with a scowling look towards Victor Creed. They appeared instantly a few yards away, the girl thrashing angrily against John as he tried to calm her down and keep her in place.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Wraith?" Creed bellowed, anger flaring, as he stalked off towards them.

The black cowboy ignored him completely, looking up towards the sky.

"Gabriel! She's here, Gabriel!" He shouted loudly and seconds later a large shape came diving out of the clouds, landing with a loud swish of pearl-white wings. The angel stood up straight, menacing and furious for once, glaring at Creed with unmistakable hate. But his look changed when it landed on the aggressive feral girl that was still relentlessly trying to get out of John's grasp.

Gabriel's eyes filled with love and care and he took a step towards his loved one, extending a calm hand to grab her. Chelsea opened her mouth to reveal needle-sharp fangs and bellowed with incredible fury, just daring the angel to touch her. John used that moment to teleport himself away from her seconds before her extended claws decapitated her, leaving the girl standing alone facing the angel.

Gabriel tried to touch her again, but she reacted by sinking all her hand claws into his arms with such violence that they pierced his skin instantly and kept them there, preventing the wounds from healing. The man gasped softly from the pain but remained calm, looking into the slit eyes of the animal facing him.

"Chelsea, my Chelsea. Don't let it take control over you! I know you have it in you to calm down and become human again. Please, Chelsea…" Gabriel started, but the girl hit him hard over the face with a hand that she withdrew from the gash in his arm, spraying silver blood everywhere and shutting him up instantly.

"Stop calling me that! My name isn't Chelsea!" She roared, hitting his again after freeing her other hand and sending the angel crashing into the ground. John blinked, utterly aghast at the turn of events and Creed frowned slightly, noting that something about the girl was very different… she was shining with a strength and intellect he had never seen before, not to mention a bloodlust and fury to match his own… indeed, this was not Chelsea anymore…

Gabriel looked over at his loved one, confused. "What do you mean? What is you name then?"

Panting, for a moment the girl looked like she was about to strike him again. But then, slowly, her face changed and her body slumped slightly, exhaustion washing over her very soul as if she'd just lost a very long battle. It took Creed only a split second to understand that if she let go of that odd split personality of hers now, it wouldn't resurface again and he wouldn't get a chance at changing her and it took him even less time to decide on what he was going to do next.

He leapt with a roar right at her, too fast for even John to stop him and sent her flying into a nearby tree with all his strength. The bark cracked from the impact and Chelsea hiccupped, astounded by the sudden pain. But Creed didn't even give her the time to slide down to the ground that he was already pinning her to the rough surface by the neck with a huge, clawed hand, growling savagely inches from her face.

"Don't act like a fucking frail, girl, and let go of the animal in you. It's your nature and you're being a stupid shit by fighting it. What are you? Weak?" He snarled, provocative and aggressive. Chelsea responded wonderfully, the fury returning into her eyes with a renewed wave as she brought her legs up and kicked the feral off her, sending him flying into Gabriel, who had been running towards them at that moment.

The angel and male feral went tumbling across the clearing, skidding to a stop at it's edge and jumping up onto their feet to face the menace that Chelsea had become.

But no blows came, no slashing claws and not even a snarl. All they (and a nearby, startled John) saw was the feral girl standing yards away, slit eyes staring at them and fangs exposed in a slightly manic grin. Her posture was relaxed yet confident and Victor could very easily read the animal meaning to it: she was daring anyone to go against her and try to fight her down at that moment, as if she knew that she was now unbeatable.

"My name is Wolfang." The girl purred softly before pulling her head back and laughing heartily to the moon, as if trying to send her soul flying out of her mouth and toward it.

Creed knew at that moment that he had won.

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Whatcha think? It happens kinda fast, I know, but I was in a fight mood yeah! Sorry uys for not updating sooner and I'll try to get more chapters on ASAP, I promise!

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