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.

takes everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her,

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

hanging my head in

She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

those wounds

the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself

said," I apologize and she

it’s not that,"

that...that monster did to

I

just a few

to the s-shaped

stare at the raw skin, still red

but it pleased me to know my

matching one too,"

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

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

my

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

traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes

an island just off the shores of

find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable

in my head and groans, wanting to go out

out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at

and she

a quick survey of the area, I

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I

wolf, Cynthia, is

however, make up

smell far better than I

set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

and remove my clothes,

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even

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

awful being constantly bombarded by random

of my mind for a

beginning of the end

speak to me; he only growls

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

the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

from their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

when I hear rustling in the trees directly

disturbance and sticks her nose in the

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

taking a protective stance in front of

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

any means and his arms, chest

we don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on

his partner backing up a

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

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

continues

seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just

but Grayson

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

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

to

the man comments, his eyes

one

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely

by the way,"

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