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.

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

finding me in a state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

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

"You’re not broken."

are we

her, pulling away

because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless

just insulted the

hanging my

“ She holds her

gestures to the

get those wounds

me up.She

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and

not that," she

that...that

fine," I reassure

was just

to the s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin, still red and burning from the

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

I thank

still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my

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

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

small town nestled on an island just off the shores of

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a

get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and

I wanted to give

my head and groans, wanting to go out

my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want

and

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses

I turn

Cynthia, is

up for the hearing

smell far better than I

at being set free and she tugs at my

and remove my clothes, inspecting

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

the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories,

random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

of

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

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

hand Grayson the reins to my body

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

out from their sprint, the two make their

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

when I hear rustling in the trees

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

of the rustling and

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

in an instant, taking a protective stance

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

any means and his arms, chest

his "We were just on a run and

again, the man and his partner

sits on

cute woman with a

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

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

the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

a trap and more rogues

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

none, she licks my cheekbone to give

of an attack as Cynthia inches

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by

silver wolf before," the

one without

reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the

best friend, uh...what's