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 out my frustrations on

state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head

am I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are we

nearly growl at her,

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

I worthless

as I realize I’ve just insulted the

sigh, hanging my head

She holds her

gestures to the

get those wounds

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

don’t mean what I said,"

that,"

that...that

fine," I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on my

branded you." I stare at the raw

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

a matching

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

thank Moon Goddess I’m

but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

cuts on my back before we check out and head

Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to

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

just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both

get any sleep, my mind

and it would be plenty for a deposit on

I wanted to give Agnes

and groans,

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 for

grin and she nods

and after a quick survey of

against my back and I turn to see a small light brown

Cynthia,

however, make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

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

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

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

of the end of

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls

she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go so

hurt someone.I hand Grayson the

to her play bow and the two race through the trees,

sprint, the two make their way to a small

to cool off, swimming around lazily

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

disturbance and sticks her nose in

the direction of the rustling and see two

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

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

man, no more than 30 years old with dark

means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

his "We were just on a run and heard you,

man and his

on his hind

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

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

around this area in ages.It's just been the two

to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make

trap and more

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any

my cheekbone

case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

to be

before," the man comments, his eyes

one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely

Micah, by the

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