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.

and let out my frustrations

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

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

"You’re not broken."

are

her, pulling away from

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

worthless

the only person who had ever

hanging my head in

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures to the

those wounds

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

mean what I said," I apologize

it’s not that,"

that...that monster did

fine," I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn

at the raw skin, still red and burning

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had

a matching one too," I

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

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

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

my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown

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

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

of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

just needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable

and groans, wanting to go out

stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently

grin and she

forest and after a quick survey of the area,

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

Cynthia, is deaf

make up for the hearing

see and smell far better than

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

my clothes,

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

to the mind, but the extent of

thoughts of every person I

constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

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

was the beginning of the end of

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him

to her play bow and the two race through

sprint, the two make their way

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

I hear rustling in the trees

her nose in the

rustling and see two wolves

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

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

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

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are

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

and his

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

in ages.It's just been the

to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to

all we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

her eyes scanning the area

she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

allows herself to

never seen a silver wolf before," the man comments,

one without a

and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the

best friend,