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

from her trip, finding me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling away from her

own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

gestures to the

those wounds

she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

what I said,"

not that," she wipes

what that...that monster

fine," I reassure

just a few

points to the s-shaped burn

the raw skin, still

it pleased me to know my father

matching one

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

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

but at least the bruises on my face and

hip and a few of the cuts on my

of Seattle and we board the

is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive

small town nestled on an island just off the

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

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

my head and groans, wanting to go out

side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the

and

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

and I turn to see a small

Cynthia, is deaf

make up for

see and smell far better

delight at being set free and she

and remove my clothes,

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic

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

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their

by random

could not keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop

of the end of

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

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

the reins to

race through

their sprint, the two make their way to a

around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

I hear rustling in

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

the rustling and

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

protective

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

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

man says, his "We were just on a run

man and his partner backing up a

sits on his hind legs, never taking his

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

here," the man continues

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been

and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were

scanning the area for any

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

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

allows herself to be pet and

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

less one without

me control again, completely

by the way,"

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