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So here we go . . .

Prologue

Tony stared at the older leopard, an odd rushing in his ears. He could not have heard that right. The teenager knew he was a great disappointment to his family. They had never really tried to hide it. Thirteen years old, and he had never shifted no matter how hard he tried. By this time, he doubted he ever would.

Perhaps, if he had possessed a greater portion of the other skills that had been passed down the family line or a talent with magic, things would have been different. Sadly though, they weren't. Tony had been expecting to be removed from the line of succession for some time. After all, a snide voice whispered in his mind. They couldn't have a weakling as clan head. This though, he hadn't been expecting.

Exile. To be cast out of the pride entirely. Completely lacking in kith or kin. Desperately the dark haired boy gathered his thoughts. "But Father," he tried to object.

"I am not your Father," the man said flatly. You are not my son, screamed the indifferent gaze. "Your belongings have already been packed and sent to Rhode Island Military Academy." Steepling his fingers, the man leaned back in his chair, stretching in a way no human could hope to imitate without causing severe damage to themselves. "By mundane law I am required to support you until you reach the age of majority. Arrangements have already been made to house you over the summers." After that the boy would be on his own, and good riddance.

For a moment Tony just stood there, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Dismissed Anthony."

Numbly, the teen turned, walking out of his ex-Father's office and closing the door behind him. As he moved through his former home he could hear his cousins snickering. No doubt all of them sere well aware of what had just transpired. No doubt the idiots thought they were being subtle. Defective he may have been but that didn't mean he was blind, or deaf.

Half transformed claws bit into the palms of his hands. Expression showing known of his inner turmoil as Tony resisted the urge to turn. He wasn't part of the pride anymore. One wrong move and they would tear him apart. Perhaps some of them were even now waiting for the chance to do just that.

The dark haired teenager did not speak a single word as he was escorted into the waiting car, did not look back even once. His life as he had known it was over. Still, if the Panthera Clan expected him to just roll over and die they had another thing coming. So they didn't want him, fine. He didn't want them either.

Plenty of other beings of human descent got through life just fine on their own, and he would too. Tony Dinozzo didn't have to prove anything to anyone but himself.

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It is this new computer. The mouse changes stuff when i am not looking

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