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 on the furniture

state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head

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."

are we

her, pulling away

me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless then

just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

I sigh, hanging my

mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

those

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

what I said," I apologize and she forces a

not that," she wipes her

at what that...that

I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin,

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know

matching one too," I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my

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

of Seattle and we 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

off the shores of the state,

I find a small motel on the outskirts of the

sleep, my mind reeling over

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

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes

head and groans, wanting to go

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

grin and she nods

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

I turn to see

Cynthia, is

up

and smell far

delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

remove my clothes, inspecting

silver wolf,

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

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

random thoughts, unable to

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 the

was the beginning of the end of

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

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

in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and

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

two make their way to a

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

and sticks her nose in the air for

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

curiously at Cynthia

protective stance

larger wolf backs away and shifts into a man, no more than

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

man says, his "We were just on a

and his partner

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

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

the female but Grayson blocks

be a trap and more rogues were

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

as Cynthia

herself to be pet and scratched by the

wolf before," the man

one without

control

Micah, by the way,"

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