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 on the

state of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces

"You’re not broken."

why are we

growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless then

as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever

hanging my head in

mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

get those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she

mean what I said,"

not that,"

that...that monster did to

fine," I

was just

s-shaped burn on

at the raw skin, still red

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know

a matching one too,"

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

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

at least the bruises

the cuts on my back before we check

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

but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry,

town nestled on an island just off

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

however, struggle to get any sleep,

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

job soon if I wanted to

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her

and she

to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

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

wolf, Cynthia,

make up for the

smell far better than

with delight at being set free and she tugs at

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

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the

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

every person I encountered, their inner

random thoughts, unable to even sleep

under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I

the beginning of the end of our

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

into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go

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

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

their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to drink

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

of the rustling and

dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years

by any means and his arms,

the man says, his "We were just on a run and

the man and his partner backing up a bit

on his hind legs,

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

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly,

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

walk over to the female but

a trap

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

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

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

Cynthia allows herself to be pet

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

one

a reply and gives me control

the way," he

friend, uh...what's left of