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.

takes everything in me not to shift and let out

finding me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

I so broken?" She shakes her head at me

"You’re not broken."

are

nearly growl at her,

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

I worthless then

as I realize I’ve just insulted the only

sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

gestures to the

those

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

I said,"

it’s not that," she

what that...that monster did

I

just a

to the s-shaped burn

at the raw skin, still red and burning

Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the

got a matching one too," I laugh

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess

morning but at least the bruises on my face and

the cuts on my back before we check out and head

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

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

off

of the sleepy town, both of us

however, struggle to get any sleep, my

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

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

groans, wanting to

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

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

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for the

see and smell far

set free and

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

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

for gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind,

month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories,

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a

beginning of the end of our

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

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

haven't used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit of

play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and

sprint, the two make their way to a small

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

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air

stare in the direction of the rustling

has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

a man, no more than 30 years

and his arms,

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

again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his

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

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

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

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks

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

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone to give

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

a silver wolf before," the

one without a

gives me control again, completely

Micah, by the way," he

my best friend, uh...what's