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.

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

of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

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

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling away from

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

worthless then

insulted the only person who

hanging my

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

she gestures

get those

me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and she

that," she wipes her

look at what that...that monster did

I

just

s-shaped burn

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

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know

matching one too," I

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

the morning but at least the bruises on

my back

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

traveling by bus and ferry,

off the

find a small motel on the outskirts of the

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

and it would be

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call

in my head and groans, wanting to go

side

grin and she

and after a quick survey of the area,

minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to

her wolf, Cynthia,

up for

could see and smell far

delight at being set free and she tugs

my clothes, inspecting

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

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

my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

speak to me; he only growls

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

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

race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps

sprint, the two make their way to a

swimming around lazily while Grayson

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

and sticks her nose in the air

the rustling and see two wolves emerge

and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with

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

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

again, the man and his partner backing up

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

a cute woman with a pixie

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's

over to the female but Grayson

trap and more rogues were standing by

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

licks my

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

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

one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

the way," he

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