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.

let out

a state of near panic and anger, and tries

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are we

growl at her, pulling

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

worthless

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had

hanging

“ She holds her hands

gestures to

get those

sink into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

don’t mean what I said," I apologize

it’s not that," she wipes her

that...that

I reassure

was just a

s-shaped

I stare at the raw

Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

matching one too," I laugh

continues cleaning me up grocery

I thank

least the

the cuts on my back before we check

of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to

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

island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

struggle to get any sleep, my

us and

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

groans, wanting to go out

weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I

grin and she nods

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

few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

make up for the hearing

could see and smell far better than

delight at being set free and

remove my clothes,

is also a silver wolf, his

the mind, but the

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my

beginning of the end

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

into her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go so numb

powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the

bow and the two race through

the two make their way to a small

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

her nose in the air for

the rustling and see

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

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

says, his "We

again, the man and his partner backing

they are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

into a cute woman with a pixie cut

be new here," the man continues

around this area in ages.It's

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

could all be a trap

air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone to give me the all

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

allows herself to

seen a silver wolf before," the man

one without

me control again, completely

the way," he

friend,