The Wolves and the Panther runt

Part 2, Abandoned

Finally, after countless hours of being their toy and training dummy it was over, and good because the sun would set soon. (The muzzle was taken off.)The kids lined back up all of them still glowering at me, shifted, and walked back into the house like nothing had happened. I laid there still curled around the chain. I had taken my most defensive position and curled into a ball. After I think three kids? I was so roughed up it hurt to breathe. 

I heard footsteps coming closer.

"Get up."

The alpha growled.

I rolled over, trying to put my paws beneath me. I whimpered and then pushed trying to move up. I got maybe an inch off the ground before falling with a pained thud. 

"I said GET UP!"

He bellowed. 

I whimpered and curled myself into a tighter ball, terrified. Finally after realizing that I couldn't move he stalked over to me and pinched the back of my scruff. He yanked me up and held me in the air in front of him. I squirmed slightly as he pinched forcing me to cry out. He grinned at this and squeezed harder. I cried out, my back in immense pain. 

In reaction I reached out my small paw and swiped at his hand. No blood was drawn but little white scratch lines appeared. He cursed dropping me in the process. I whimpered and tried to back away. after he finished checking his hand his eyes landed back on me. Hatred. All that filled his eyes was hatred.

He took one step and then with the force of some Olympic soccer champion kicked me right in the stomach. I yelped and flew backward. His aim was right on and I flew into the back of my cage. I hit the cold metal and landed in a heap. 

"Freaking son of a Bitch!"

He screamed at me. Finally he slammed the door and walked inside. I sat there, a miserable shaking mess. The sun finally left the sky and the moon replaced it, shining its pale blue over me. I groaned and then unfurled, trying to stay as warm as I could. It was fall, and winter was coming quickly. Plus our pack being located in upper Wyoming doesn't help. 

Finally I just curled myself into a ball, falling into a deep sleep.

When I awoke it was to the sound of voices. I shifted and then arched my back, trying to stretch all my muscles out. I groaned from yesterday's "workout", but managed to stand up. I could see the alpha arguing vividly with his beta and other pack warriors. A few words slipped out like: "giant wolf pack "Dangerous" and other things. My ears perked up at the giant wolf part. They were supposed to be super rare, and extremely huge. But then the beta said something that scared me to my bones.

"We.Don't.Need.The.RUNT!"

He yelled at the alpha. The alpha seemed surprised but slowly came to his senses. 

"Yeah I guess you're right..."

He replied quietly. I shivered and backed up in my cage, trying to make myself as least noticeable as possible. They continued talking about what cuts and losses to make for the winter. They had always done this, but I'd never been mentioned before. 

Finally they finished talking and stomped back inside, their breath leaving little puffs of clouds. Each one of them just gave me a look of pure disgust, stomped their mud and slush feet on the ground and walked inside. 

A few hours later they came back out, but this time they were carrying a bag. They turned and started coming toward me. I backed up in the corner whimpering. One of the warriors laughed and said.

"He looks like e's about to pee 'imself!"

He said laughing. 

I pressed so far back that my skin was being imprinted with the little squares. The alpha bent down sneering and then grabbed me by my scruff. I yelped, previous claw marks and various other scars reopening. He just laughed and then threw me in the bag. I hit the bottom and bounced back up, the plastic lining preventing me from escaping.  That didn't stop me from trying though. I desperately clawed at the sides trying too escape. I reached for the top my claws reaching out but the man holding the bag closed the top. Just for good measure he shook the bag. I'm sure it took no effort for him but it felt like an earthquake for me. 

I yelped as I was thrown back and forth. Suddenly my stomach felt weightless and it took me a moment to realize I was in the air. I landed with a giant thump and the air got knocked out of my lungs. I pawed at the front but it was no use, the top of the bag was tied at the top. 

I felt an odd rumble and I yelped before realizing that it was the truck motor. They were taking me somewhere. 

I rolled around, trying to make myself comfortable. As I curled in the back of the bag I felt a prick on my back. I cried out and turned around trying to see what it was. 

When I finally got my head around I saw a needle. A gigantic needle sticking in my back. What scared me the most was the liquid inside. Silver. A metallic silver fluid, swirling and glinting with whatever afternoon light there was. I just stared terrified of it. Silver was potent to any shifter causing extreme pain and preventing healing. I sat waiting for it to come. It just rested inside of my skin until with one flick of whoever's finger it went straight into my system.

I laid there, knowing the more still I was the less it would hurt. Finally whoever it was pulled the needle out and the pain started. Spasm shudders came at random moments, the silver shutting down my muscles and wrecking throughout my body. This continued until finally I was knocked unconscious, my body welcoming the reprieve.

I woke up feeling like my body was completely dead. My arms and legs refused to move. The truck rumbled to a stop and I heard the doors slam shut. Just like before the bag was picked up with me alongside it and jumbled around. The bag tilted upside down and the opening was released. I tumbled out onto the ground. The man who was holding it turned out to be the Beta. 

They were all towering over me, looking pleased at my pain. Finally the alpha said.

"Good bye runt. We won't miss you."

With that he kicked me into the ravine, breaking of our packs connection too. I remember hitting the ground and then fuzzily hearing the truck rumble away.

They'd left me.

A/n Who do ya think is gonna find him... 😏 Again, sorry for my Jank and whack writing. I know that sometimes it jumps all over and I'm sorry for that. Tell me abt any spelling mistakes.