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

me in a state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her,

worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

I worthless then

I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

I sigh, hanging my

mean “ She holds her

she gestures to the

get those

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

mean what I said," I apologize and she

that,"

at what that...that

I reassure

just a

points to the s-shaped burn on

the raw skin, still red and burning

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

okay.Caine got a matching one

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up

I thank Moon Goddess

but at least the bruises on

cuts on my back before we check out

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

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

nestled on an island just off

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

get any sleep, my

were still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and

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

head and groans, wanting to

and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the

grin and she nods

make the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick

snout brushes up against my back and I turn

wolf, Cynthia,

up for the hearing

and smell

at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

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

also a silver wolf, his

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

person I encountered, their

by random thoughts, unable to even

I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop

beginning of

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him

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

out from their sprint, the two make their

swimming around lazily while

wander to oblivion when I hear

her nose in the air for

the rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

a protective stance in front of Cynthia

and shifts into a man, no more than 30

but not buff by any means and his arms, chest

any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a

and his partner backing up a bit

sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

into a cute woman with a pixie

the man continues

ages.It's just been the two of

over to the female but Grayson blocks her

a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

scanning

licks my cheekbone to

as Cynthia inches

Cynthia allows herself to be pet

before," the man comments, his

one without a

me control again, completely bored with the

by the

friend, uh...what's left of our