(What if Rouge wasn't the one who walked into the bar that night what if it was a different mutant one that happened to be the female alpha feral? Let's read what happens shall we? ;) P.S. This is not at all associated with my other story Blade =) Just thought I better mention that, more for my own sake so I don't get confused between the two lol. ;)

Prologue

(In Wolverines point of view)

Wolverine looked out of the cage towards the drunken people who were gathered around betting for him. He scoffed at the idiots who bet against him but held his tongue since he got their money. He had just taken a long pull from his cigar when he heard the door open. The breeze passed over him, causing him to grimace mentally at the un-washed body as well as the other scents that accompanied the bar. A new scent accompanied the breeze this time it smelt like jasmine and vanilla mixed together not to strong just enough to say 'I'm here'. He took a subtle whiff to see if that was perfume but he lost the smell in the crowd stench and that infuriated him for some reason. He tossed back the whisky he had been handed and listened to the announcer hustle the crowd for another opponent. He could smell the guy's cockiness before the guy even stepped in the cage. He threw back another drink, his back still turned to the announcer and the guy when he heard the announcer say not to hit him in the jewels. 'Hah! Dang right.' Wolverine thought with an inside smirk. He saw wanted to shake his head at the guy's stupidity when he did exactly what he was told not to. His vision went red and slammed his fist into his opponents probably breaking a finger or two.

Chapter one

Four months earlier

In a bad neighborhood

The metallic smell of blood was a permanent part of the town as was the smell of distrust and hate. One learned to get use to it although the stench still hurt her nose she could block most of it out which gave her a little relief. She was there on an assignment from the Ninja/Assassin School. It wasn't her first mission, oh no. That shipped had sailed when she was four years old, but this was her first mission as a paid member from someone outside of the school. She didn't have long to find her assignment which meant that she wouldn't be able to sleep until after she completed the mission. She didn't feel any pressure though, because with her extra high senses she could track down anyone anywhere as long. That's why her school had dubbed her 'Tracker' as soon as she proved herself worthy of an assassin's name at the age of six with all forty of her assignments completed. Tracker was getting tired of this life though she had been doing it now for over fifteen-teen years and it didn't hold any challenge for her now so she decided this was going to be her last assignment. She had already switched her billion's of dollars into different countries under different names and identities, although her shape-shifting ability that she had gained at age ten helped quite a lot in that department. She hadn't told the head's of the school about that or any of her other talents that she had acquired throughout the years that way she could disappear whenever she had need.