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

in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

are

her, pulling away from

because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless then

just insulted the only person who had ever loved

hanging my head

mean “ She holds her hands

gestures to

those wounds

tapes me up.She whimpers

mean what I said," I apologize and she forces

not that," she wipes

what that...that monster

I

was just a

the s-shaped

stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same

matching

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery

and I thank Moon

but at least

on my

the large

journey 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 of

nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a

any sleep, my mind reeling over

gave us and it would

if I wanted to give Agnes

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the

and

a quick survey

up against my back and I turn to

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up for

and smell far better than

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

and remove my clothes, inspecting my

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

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

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

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

of

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

for a few hours and I couldn't bear to

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

bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over

from their sprint, the two make their

to cool off, swimming around

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

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

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

man, no more than 30 years old with dark

and his arms, chest and stomach are

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

again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

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

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

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

to the female but Grayson

trap and more rogues were standing

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

none, she licks my

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

less one

gives me control again, completely bored with

Micah, by the

best friend,