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.

in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

me in a state of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces

"You’re not broken."

why are we

growl at her, pulling away from

me because I’m worthless! She

worthless

insulted the only person who had

I sigh, hanging my

She

gestures

get those

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

mean what I said," I

that," she wipes her

at what that...that

I

just a

the s-shaped

branded you." I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

pleased me to know my father

matching one

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

morning but at least the bruises on my face and

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

board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

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

an island just off the shores of

of the sleepy town, both of us eager

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

job soon if I wanted to give

my head and groans, wanting to

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 a pillow at

grin and she

forest and after a quick survey of the area,

a snout brushes up against my back and I

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up for the hearing

could see and smell far better than I

set free

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

a silver wolf, his metallic

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

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

the beginning of the end

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear

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

to her play bow and the two race through the trees,

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

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

sticks her nose in

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and

taking a protective stance in

no more than 30 years

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

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

and his partner backing

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

woman with a

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

around this area in ages.It's just been the two of us in this

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson

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

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone

attack as

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

wolf before," the man

one

grunts a reply and gives me control

by the way,"

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