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

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling away

worthless! She bites her lips,

I worthless

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

she gestures to

get those wounds

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

I said," I apologize

it’s not that," she

at what that...that monster did to

fine," I

was just a

points to the s-shaped burn

raw skin, still red and

Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my

a matching one

me up grocery bag and

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

but at least the bruises on my face

the cuts on my back before we check out and head

two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

traveling by bus and ferry,

an island just off the shores

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

struggle to get any sleep, my mind

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

a job soon if I wanted to give

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to

roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow

grin and

quick survey of the area, I

I turn to see a small light brown wolf

Cynthia,

however, make up for the

see and smell far

being set free and she tugs at my

a tree and remove my

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

my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of

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

by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a mental

of the end

me; he

a catatonic state for a few hours and

used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and

their way

around lazily while Grayson

I hear rustling in the trees

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air

the rustling and see two wolves

curiously at Cynthia and I while

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

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

not buff by any means and his

there bud, we don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard you,

the man and his partner backing

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

into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

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

but Grayson blocks her path, still

knew, this could all be a trap and

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by

the man comments, his eyes

less one

gives me control again, completely bored

Micah, by the

my best friend,