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

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head

Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling away from

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging my

“ She holds her

she gestures to

get those wounds

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

what I said," I apologize

not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster did

I reassure

just a

the s-shaped

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

pleased me to know

a matching one too,"

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

on my back before we

just outside of Seattle and we board the

of traveling by bus and ferry,

off the shores of the state,

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both

get any sleep, my mind

and it would be plenty for a deposit on a

to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes

groans, wanting to go out for

roll over onto my side

and she

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

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

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up for

smell far

at being set free and she tugs at

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

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

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

person I

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

recesses of my mind for

of the

he refuses to speak to me; he

she would go into a catatonic state for a few

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

race through the trees, jumping over stones

two make their way to a small

in to cool off, swimming around lazily

oblivion when I hear

her nose in the air for a

rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front

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

and his

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

growls again, the man and his

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

a cute woman with a pixie cut and

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

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

but Grayson blocks her

all we knew, this could all be a trap and

scanning the area for any more

she licks my cheekbone to give

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

to be pet and scratched

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one without

and gives me control again, completely bored with the

the way," he

friend, uh...what's left