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.

not to shift and let out

me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her,

because I’m worthless! She bites her lips,

worthless

blood drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

I sigh, hanging my head

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures

those wounds

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,"

not that," she

at what that...that monster did

I

was just a

points to the s-shaped

raw skin,

but it pleased me to know my father had done the same

okay.Caine got a matching one

cleaning me up

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

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

and a few of the cuts on my back before

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

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

on an island just off the shores of the state,

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

get any sleep, my mind

us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a

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

my head and groans, wanting to go

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

and

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

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far better than

free and she

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

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

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

not keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a mental

beginning of the end of our

to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

a few hours and I couldn't bear to

used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my

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

their way to a small stream to drink

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

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

sticks her

of the rustling and see two

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

in an instant, taking a protective

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

says, his "We were just on

the man and his partner backing up

on

a pixie cut and several tattoos

man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

this could all be a trap

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

my

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

Cynthia allows herself to

never seen a silver wolf before," the

less one

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

the

friend, uh...what's