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

state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless

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

sigh, hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

gestures to

those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

said," I apologize and she forces a

not that," she

what that...that monster did to

I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn on

raw skin, still red and burning

it pleased me to know my father

got a matching one

up grocery bag and heats up the food in

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my

the cuts on my back before we check out and head

board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

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

an island just off the shores

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

to get any sleep, my

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

wanted to give Agnes a warm

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find

and she

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

few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown

Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for the

smell

set free and she

behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting

also a silver wolf, his metallic

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

month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me

being constantly bombarded by random

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

was the beginning of the

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

state for a few hours and I

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to

and the two race through the trees, jumping

make their way to

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

when I hear rustling in the trees

her nose

the direction of the rustling and

at Cynthia and I while the smaller

his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

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

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

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

again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

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

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

continues awkwardly, rubbing the

area in ages.It's

the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the

all be a trap and more rogues were standing by

again, her eyes scanning the area

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

to be

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one

gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the

my best friend, uh...what's left