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

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

I just talk? Why am I so

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling away

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

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging my head

mean “ She

gestures

those wounds

perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,"

it’s not that," she

what that...that monster

fine," I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn

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

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

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

the morning but at least the bruises on my face

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before

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

nearly a day of traveling by bus and

on an island just off the shores of the

find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

and

I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

my head and groans, wanting to go out for

legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake,

and she nods

walk to the nearby forest and after a quick

back and I turn to see

Cynthia,

make up for the hearing

smell far better than

at being set free and she tugs at my

my clothes, inspecting my almost

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of

related to the mind, but

a month after 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 dreams,

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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

beginning of the

to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

through the trees, jumping over stones and

out from their sprint, the two make their way to a small

around lazily while Grayson lays out

oblivion when I hear rustling

senses a disturbance and sticks her

the direction of the rustling

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

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

than 30

buff by any means and his arms, chest and

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

the man and his

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

in ages.It's just been the

but Grayson

trap and more rogues were standing by to

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone

case of an attack as Cynthia inches

herself to be

the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one without a

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

Micah, by the

friend,