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.

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head

tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling away from her

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her

I worthless then

just insulted the

I sigh, hanging my head in

“ She holds her hands up

gestures to the

those wounds

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

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and she forces

not that," she

at what that...that

I

just a few

s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw skin,

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

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I laugh

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

thank

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

a few of the cuts on my back before

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

long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

off the

of the sleepy town, both of

sleep, my mind reeling over

us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable

groans, wanting to go out for

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 throw

grin and she

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

my back and I turn to see a

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up

smell far better than

set free and she tugs at my shirt to

and remove my

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

abilities were related to the mind, but the

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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

the beginning of the end of our

to me; he only growls

into a catatonic state for a few hours and

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

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

the two make their way to a

jumps in to cool off, swimming around

mind wander to oblivion when I hear

disturbance and sticks her nose

direction of the rustling and see two

curiously at Cynthia

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

more than 30 years old with dark brown hair

but not buff by any means and his arms, chest

any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a

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

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

area in ages.It's just been the

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

could all be a trap and more rogues

scanning the

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to

to be pet

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

less one without

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

the

my best friend, uh...what's