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.

in me not to shift and let

finding me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

worthless! She bites

worthless

insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

I sigh, hanging my

“ She holds her

gestures to the

those wounds

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

said," I apologize and she forces a

it’s not that,"

look at what that...that monster did to

I reassure

just

to the s-shaped burn

at the raw skin, still red and burning from the

wolf but it pleased me to know my

okay.Caine got a matching

up grocery bag and heats

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

least

few of the cuts on my back before we

and we board the large Greyhound

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

island just off the shores of the state,

on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

any sleep, my

still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be

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

and groans, wanting to go out

weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake,

and she nods

a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind a

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

her wolf, Cynthia, is

however, make up

could see and smell far better than

being set free and she

my

and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his

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

I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

the beginning of

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls

a few hours and I

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

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

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

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

to oblivion when I hear rustling

her nose in the air

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and

taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

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

and

his "We were just on a run and heard

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a

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

here," the man continues awkwardly,

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

the female but

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

her eyes scanning the

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me

as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

herself to be pet

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

one without a

me control again, completely bored

the way,"

my best friend,