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 furniture of

trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

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

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling

My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging

She holds her hands up and

gestures to

get those wounds

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers

said,"

not that," she wipes her

look at what that...that monster did

fine," I reassure

just a

s-shaped burn

you." I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from

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

okay.Caine got a matching

up grocery bag and

and I thank Moon Goddess

body still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my

a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for

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

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

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

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

and it would be plenty

I wanted to

groans,

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring

and she

nearby forest and after a quick

my back and I turn to see

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for the hearing

could see and smell

free and she tugs at my shirt to join

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

a silver wolf, his metallic fur

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices

bombarded by random thoughts,

recesses of my mind for a while until

beginning of the

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only

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

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

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

make their

to cool off, swimming around lazily while

mind wander to oblivion when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air

rustling and see

which stare curiously at Cynthia and I

protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

than 30

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and

man says, his "We were just

and his

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

a pixie cut

be new here," the man continues

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

over to the female but Grayson blocks her path,

a trap and more rogues

again, her eyes scanning the area for any

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me

attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

danger, Cynthia allows herself to

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one

me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the

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