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 on the furniture

a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head

can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are

at her, pulling away from

me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

worthless then

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

hanging

“ She holds her hands

she gestures to the

get those wounds

me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

mean what I said,"

that," she wipes her

at what that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

you." I stare at the raw skin,

but it pleased me

got a matching one too," I

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats

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

at least the bruises on my face and chest are

of the cuts on my back before we

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the

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

on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

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

to get any sleep, my mind reeling

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

my head and groans, wanting 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

and

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

back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow

wolf, Cynthia,

make up for

see and smell far better than

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf,

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

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

constantly bombarded by random

could 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

was the beginning of

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

into her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

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

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

from their sprint, the two make their way to a

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

when I hear rustling in

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

in the direction of the rustling

at Cynthia and I while

taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the two

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

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

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

again, the man and his partner backing up

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

in ages.It's just

onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson

this could all be a trap

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

she licks my cheekbone to

attack as Cynthia

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one

gives me control again, completely bored with the

Micah, by the way,"

is my best friend, uh...what's left of our