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 my frustrations

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

her, pulling away from

disowned me because I’m worthless! She

worthless

realize I’ve just insulted the only

hanging my head

mean “ She

gestures

get those

as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

I said," I apologize and she forces a

not that,"

what that...that monster did

fine," I

was just a few

to the s-shaped burn on

stare at the raw

pleased me to know my father had done the same

got a matching one too," I laugh

continues cleaning me up

thank Moon Goddess

but at least

of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for

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

tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in

a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the

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

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

job soon if I wanted to

in my head and groans, wanting

and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want to go for a

grin and

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

my back and I

Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up

could see and smell far better than

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even

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

by random

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

was the beginning of the

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

for a few hours and

powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the

race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps

make their way to a

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

also senses a disturbance and sticks her

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two

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

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

and his arms, chest and stomach

the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard you, that's

his partner backing up a

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

ages.It's just been the

to the female but Grayson blocks her

all we knew, this could all be a trap

her eyes scanning the area for any more

are none, she licks my cheekbone

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

to be pet and scratched by the

silver wolf before," the man comments,

one without a

and gives me control again, completely bored

the

is my best friend, uh...what's left of our