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 the

trip, finding me in a state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her,

father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless then

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

hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

gestures to the

those wounds

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers

said," I apologize and she forces

that," she

at what that...that monster

I reassure

was just a few

the s-shaped

I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

wolf but it pleased me to

a matching one

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats

silence and I thank Moon Goddess

at least the bruises on

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

and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

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

sleep, my

were still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

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

in my head and groans,

two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and

grin and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light

Cynthia,

senses, however, make up

could see and smell

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the

abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of

of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see

by random thoughts, unable to

control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop

of the end of our

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

a few hours and

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

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

the two make their way to a small stream

off, swimming around lazily while

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

her nose in the air for a

the rustling

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front

into a man, no more than 30 years old with

any means and his arms,

his "We were just on a run and heard

man and his partner backing up a bit

on his hind

cute woman with a pixie cut and

man continues awkwardly,

in ages.It's just been the two of

to the female but Grayson blocks

trap and more rogues were

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

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one without a

me control again, completely bored

the

is my best friend, uh...what's