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.

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

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

her, pulling away from

me because I’m worthless!

I worthless

blood drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me

I sigh, hanging my

didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures

those wounds

perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

what I said," I apologize and she

it’s not that," she wipes her

what that...that monster did

I reassure

was just

the s-shaped

I stare at the raw skin, still red and

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done

matching one too,"

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

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

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

outside of Seattle and we board the

bus and ferry, Agnes and I

a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

on the outskirts of the sleepy

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

groans, wanting to go out for a

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow

and

quick survey of the area, I guard

against my back and I turn to see a small

her wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for the

see and smell far

delight at being set free and she

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was

heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their

by random thoughts,

recesses of my

was the beginning of the end

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

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

used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

race through the

out from their sprint, the two make their way

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

when I hear rustling in the trees

her nose in

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at

than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on

buff by any means and his

bud, we don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard

man and his partner backing up a

sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the two

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

around this area in ages.It's

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

trap and more rogues were

again, her eyes scanning

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by

silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one without a

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

by the way," he

best friend, uh...what's left of our