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 my frustrations on the furniture

state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her, pulling away

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

I worthless then

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

hanging my

didn’t mean “ She holds

gestures to

those wounds

sink into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself

don’t mean what I said,"

it’s not that,"

at what that...that

fine," I

was just a

to the s-shaped burn on

the raw

Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I laugh

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

silence and I thank Moon

morning but at least the bruises on my

of the cuts on my back before we check

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

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

island just off the shores of the

small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

to get any sleep, my mind reeling

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

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

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

last shift and he needed 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

and she nods

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

back and I turn to see a small light brown

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

make up

smell far

at being set free and she

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a

heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams, their

random

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

beginning of the end of

me; he only growls or grumbles in

she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit of freedom

to her play bow and the two race through

two make their way to

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

to oblivion when I hear

her nose

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two

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

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

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

but not buff by any means and his

don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a

man and his partner backing up a

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

a pixie cut and several tattoos

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

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the two of us in this

the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still

trap and more rogues were standing by

her eyes scanning the area for any

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

Cynthia allows herself to

the

one without a

control again, completely bored with

the way," he

friend, uh...what's left