The Wolves and the Panther runt

Part One, His story.

The picture Is what Jake would look like but he's Waaaaaaay smaller and timid. :)

Jake whimpered, shaking in his small cage. His tiny paws clicked on the metal cage, the anticipation of pain seeming to hang in the air. His ears picked up the alpha yell something. It was faint, coming from inside the house. He couldn't hear very well since his cage was located on the side of the Packhouse, outlooking on the acres that the pack owned. His cage seemingly smoothly adjoined to the house, molded perfectly for holding rouges... or in this situation Jake. 

The alpha continued shouting and a few moments later a bunch of tired looking kids in Pj's stumbled out of the door. The ages ranged from teens who were Jake's age to ten year old's. They continued to stumble their way out to the training field quickly rubbing their eyes and trying to blink out all sleepiness. The Alpha and his Beta walked behind them, roughly lining up the kids. 

Once that was done he walked around them and then said.

"Shift."

There was no question, he was using his full alpha tone. Each of them obeyed, shifting into their grey and brown wolves. That seemed to be the most common color of the pack. After the alpha was satisfied he turned around walking over to me. All of the kids turned locking their eyes onto me. The alpha continued walking, his aura growing stronger with each step. I could feel the waves of power coming off of him. Each step closer that he got I bowed lower and lower until he got so close that I just wrapped myself into a ball. He sneered before coming to a stop.

 He crouched down and unlocked the door. He reached in and grabbed me roughly by my scruff shaking me around. I whimpered as the pain of previous wounds opened up. He just scoffed before throwing me onto the ground and saying.

"Pathetic."

It's always been like this, as long as I can remember. I remember the day that it changed, the day where I was suddenly not important. Expendable. My sixth birthday, I'd never been the most loved, in fact I was mostly ignored. Being an orphan who's parents just left them behind doesn't exactly make you popular but they were at least talking to me. I remember the cake.. Oh gosh it's been so long since I've had cake. We'd celebrated and laughed until finally it was sunset. It was my turn to shift. I had run out onto the field with all the excitement of a six year old on their best day of their life.

Practically jumping up and down I sat in the small circle of dirt prepared for my first shift. After a few minutes of waiting the sun disappeared and the moon rose in its full glory. The adults all kind of crowded around me in a bit of a half circle, waiting to see me. I was so pumped, my little 3,4 frame bursting with energy. At last the full moon had risen to it's apex, the blue light shining down on me. I remember feeling the pain as I fell down on all fours. I cried out but stayed conscious, fighting through the pain. 

Finally it stopped. I smiled and looked down expecting to see nice grey fur. Instead I saw pure black paws. I yelped and jumped back trying to escape from them. What was that? I took a closer look and then realized it was me. 

I had shifted into a panther.

The alpha was on me in a second. He jumped, shifting midair. He landed on top of me, crushing all the air out of my lungs. I whimpered and he shoved down harder. I felt a burning pain on my back and then everything faded. I woke up and was in a cage.

All for being different.

End of  Flashback.

The beta walked over to my shaking form. He was carrying a muzzle and chain. Smiling cruelly he clamped the muzzle over my jaw, and the chain wrapped around my head before being hooked to the metal pole. The metal pole was planted into the middle of the training grounds. The training grounds were in reality just a plot of cleared out dirt.

I walked around the pole before laying and wrapping myself around it. Even though I wasn't a wolf being a panther had it's benefits. Like where as wolfs have strong buff chests and great endurance, I am extremely flexible and another wonderful addition to being a small runt is compressing myself to fit into small spaces, and I can climb trees. 

The alpha began his talk about rouges and how I was a betrayer saying that I was an assassin. some kind of evil panther that he caught himself. All of them were lies, I wouldn't harm a fly and I've grown up here my entire life. And, It wasn't like they needed encouragement, the alpha brought them out here all the time, but it always fires them up.  Still the young wolves ate it all up. By the end of his faulty speech full of lies, most of the wolves were growling. 

Finally the alpha tied it all up to being about how I was here so they could practice beating rouges. A punching bag. That's all I was. I curled myself tighter around the pole holding on for dear life. 

"Now, do we have any volunteers?"

The alpha asked smiling cruelly.

A million answers rushed through the pack link, wolves practically begging for a chance to beat me to a pulp. 

"Hmmm.. So many options..."

The Alpha said tapping his chin with a finger.

"Jonathan."

He said finally. 

I lifted my head slightly to see who my bully would be. A giant gray wolf stepped forward. I gasped, taking a sharp intake of breath. I remembered him, he was my age, 18. But where as I was so small and thin you could see my ribcage and spine he had become extremely buff and muscled. He was almost full grown, four times my size. But the saddest part was that he wasn't even the biggest wolf breed.

"Perfect."

The alpha said stepping away.

"He's all yours."

I inched backward going as far back as I could without the chain yanking me back. He advanced slowly, taking his time. He came closer before asking a question through the link. 

How old is he?

The alpha laughed out loud and then replied. 18. Jonathan stopped for a moment eyes wide. Seriously? He asked tone incredulous. Y-yes. I said quietly. 

He chuckled and then said. Aww so perfect...

And with that the torture began. 

A/n I know it's slow but don't worry it'll get better. And I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes.