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 of

in a state of near panic and anger,

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

am I so broken?" She shakes her

"You’re not broken."

are we

growl at her,

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

worthless

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

sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

she gestures

get those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to

what I said," I apologize and she

that," she wipes

at what that...that monster did to

I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped

the raw skin, still red and burning from the

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

a matching one too,"

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

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

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

of the cuts on my back

and we board the

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

town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

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

any sleep, my

Wyatt gave us and

find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call

and groans, wanting to go out for

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 her to catch"Want to

and

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she

brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up for the hearing

smell

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

silver wolf,

to the mind, but

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

bombarded by random thoughts,

thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a

was the beginning of the end of our

me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours

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

through

make their way to

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

I hear rustling in the trees

and sticks her nose in

stare in the direction of the rustling

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and

protective stance

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

toned but not buff by any means and his arms,

his "We were just on

the man and his partner backing

sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the two

a pixie cut and

the man continues awkwardly,

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

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

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

scanning the area for any more possible

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

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

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

less one

and gives me control

Micah, by the

my best friend,