Victor wasn’t the Father type, but the idea of having a cub was not lost on him. Imagine his surprise when he discovers that, yes he did have a child, but it wasn’t one he had Fathered the traditional way. You were a poor clone, in his opinion, but a clone nonetheless.

And his cub even more.

You had his rage, his mutation, and his scent, so it was easy enough to track you down. He isn’t surprised that you aren’t being experimented on, you seemed to have a knack for roaming around and causing trouble, just like he did.

For days, he watches you, and it’s how he learns that your mutation isn’t as strong as his. Your sense of smell is fucked— he would’ve noticed in a few seconds if someone was tailing him —but you were different.

Victor didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

But, eventually, he makes his presence known…

By killing your adopted family.

“Dontcha be mad, cub. They ain’t ya real family, but I am.” He growls at you, excited by the feral look in your eyes as he drops the body of your fake Father. He knew it would make you mad— and that’s why he did it —to test your strength.