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.

and let out my frustrations on

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are we

nearly growl at her,

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

worthless then

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

hanging my head

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

get those wounds

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

don’t mean what I said," I apologize

not that," she

that...that monster

fine," I

just a

points to the s-shaped burn

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

Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

matching one too," I laugh

cleaning me up grocery bag

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

but at least the bruises on my face and

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

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

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

an island just off

outskirts of the sleepy

get any sleep,

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

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

groans, wanting to go

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 to go for

grin and

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 light brown

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

senses, however, make up for the

smell far

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

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

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but

I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

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

beginning of the end

to me; he

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

haven't used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

race through the trees, jumping

two make their way to a small stream

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air

the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

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

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

no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair

means and his

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

and his partner backing up a bit

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

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

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

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

onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what

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

the air again, her eyes scanning the

she licks my cheekbone

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

allows herself to be pet and

the

less one without

reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the

the way," he

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