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.

to shift and let out my frustrations

state of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on her

"You’re not broken."

are

nearly growl at her, pulling

father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved

hanging my head

“ She holds her hands

she gestures to

those wounds

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said," I apologize and

it’s not that," she wipes her

that...that monster

fine," I

was just

s-shaped burn on my

raw skin, still red and burning from the

but it pleased me to know my father had done the same

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I laugh

up grocery

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

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

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

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to

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

was a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of

on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

get any sleep, my

gave us and it would be

wanted

head and groans, wanting to go out for

had almost been two weeks since my last shift and 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 her to catch"Want

grin and

make the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind

back and I turn to see a small

Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for

smell far better

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

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of

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

first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered,

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

was the beginning of the end of our

he only growls or grumbles in

few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go

, too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my

bow and the two race through the

sprint, the two make their way

cool off, swimming around lazily

let my mind wander to oblivion when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose

in the direction of the rustling and

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

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

means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

man says, his "We

his

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several

here," the man continues awkwardly,

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

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

knew, this could all be a trap and

air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone to give

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

Cynthia allows herself to

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

control again, completely bored

the way,"

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