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 my frustrations on the furniture of the

me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her, pulling away

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

worthless

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

hanging my head

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

gestures

get those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

said," I

not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster did

fine," I

just

to the s-shaped

I stare at the raw skin, still red

but it pleased

matching one too,"

very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

silence and I thank Moon

least the bruises on my face and chest are

cuts on my back

two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

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

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

Agnes and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town,

sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

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

head and groans, wanting to go

almost been two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find

and she

to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard

up against my back and I turn to

Cynthia, is

up for the

could see and smell far better than

being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

my clothes, inspecting

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my

my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams, their

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

of the end of

he only growls or grumbles in

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

haven't used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow

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

their way to a small stream to

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

let my mind wander to oblivion when I

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at

away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on

not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach

the man says, his "We were just on

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie

man continues

in ages.It's just been

attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to

air again, her eyes scanning the

none, she licks my cheekbone to

case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

before," the man

one without a

gives me control again, completely bored with the

the way," he

this is my best friend, uh...what's left of our