The Silent Alpha

***Jane*** 

My father orders two guards to unchain me and I collapse onto the ground, my open wounds burning as I hit the cold pavement.

The guards force me to walk down the dark corridors, both of them pushing and shoving me when I walk too slowly.

As we make it out of the dungeons, the bright light of the day burns my bruised eyes and I wince, the guards laughing at me.

They lead me out to the main road where Gamma Wyatt and Agnes are waiting for me by a pick up truck.

Anger boils in my veins when I see Agnes’ bruised face, her cheeks swollen and her lip split open from a beating.

Agnes bursts into tears as I collapse onto my knees before her and I brace myself for her anger for getting us both exiled from Scarlet Haven.

She, however, takes me in her arms , gently cradling my head and sobs into my bloody hair.

"I thought they killed you," she signs as she pulls away.

"I thought you left me."

Gamma Wyatt dismisses the guards and instructs Agnes and I to get into the pick up truck.I notice two backpacks in the truck and I nod towards them.

"They let me pack a few things before we left,"

Agnes She begins examining my wounds as we drive to the edge of the territory, large tears streaming down her face.

"It’s okay," I sign, wincing as she dabs a cloth to my torn back.

"I-it’s not as bad as it looks."

She frowns but makes no comment as she continues to clean the wounds with her small cloth.

At the edge of the woods, Gamma Wyatt orders us out of the car and hands us the bags Agnes packed.He then hands me a small Manila envelope.

Confused, I open it and find a wad of cash inside.

"A gift," he says quietly.

"Your mother was my best friend...not a day goes by that I don’t regret not finding her sooner." I stare at the money, unsure what to say.

Gamma Wyatt had never treated me poorly but he had never done anything to help me either.

Why help me now? As I stare at the envelope, I notice a small picture inside and pull it out, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks when I realize it was a photograph of my mother and I taken just a few days before the attack.

"Your father kept this picture hidden in a drawer" Gamma Wyatt explains.

"I figured you may have better use for it."

Before I can react, he pulls out a map, hundreds of red dots scattered over the state explains.

"Stay clear of them and you should avoid getting yourselves killed."

He points to the few small towns with no dots near them.

"These are your safest bet.They’re perfect for two rogues starting over.Try Poulsbo first.It’s about 100 miles south from Maple Falls and is small enough that it wouldn’t be a target for any packs."

He rolls up the map and shoves it in my hand.

"You better hurry before it gets dark. A deaf wolf and mute one are two perfect targets for a desperate rogue looking for a meal." I nod and stuff the map into my backpack.

"Moon Goddess be with you Zane,"

Gamma Wyatt murmurs, turning on his heel and jumping back into his truck.

Agnes and I watch as he drives off back towards the pack, a bit of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.I feel a warm hand interlock with mine and I squeeze it back for comfort.

Agnes tugs at my hand and I look down to her smiling up at me.

"We'll be okay," she signs, picking up her bag and slinging it over her back.

"Pll carry you," I sign, mentally preparing to shift.

"I can walk," she huffs, turning towards the woods.

I try to carry her bag but she once again refuses, determined not to be a burden for me.

Of course, I’ve never seen her as one to begin with.

injuries but we finally make it as the sun sets over the horizon.

Afraid people would ask too many questions about my gory state, I hand Agnes some money and have her book a small motel room for the both of us.

The room is small and dingy but would do just fine for the night.

There’s only one bed and after a small argument, we agree to share it.

Worried about my injuries, Agnes goes to a nearby pharmacy and grabs some supplies for me.

I jump in the shower to rinse the blood off from the several cuts on my back.

Normally the wounds would have healed by now but the silver chain had slowed my healing process significantly.

My cuts and burn will scar permanently due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara did to me.

everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of

me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are

nearly growl at her, pulling

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

I worthless then

just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since

hanging

mean “ She

she gestures

those

she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

what I said," I apologize

that," she

what that...that monster did to

fine," I

just a few

the s-shaped burn

branded you." I stare at the raw skin, still

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same to

got a matching one too," I

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

body still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown

to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late

on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

to get any sleep,

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

a job soon if I wanted

and groans, wanting to

side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want to

and

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind a

snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

up for the hearing

could see and smell far better than

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my

remove my

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

to the mind, but the extent of my strength

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

random

recesses of my mind for a

the beginning of the end of

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

few

afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body

and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until

their way to a small stream to drink

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

also senses a disturbance and sticks her

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey

a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

man, no more than 30 years

is toned but not buff by any means and

any trouble," the man says, his

the man and his partner backing up a

and sits on his

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

ages.It's just been the

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the two

a trap and more rogues were

her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

as Cynthia inches

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet

before," the man comments, his

one

and gives me control again,

Micah, by the

best friend, uh...what's