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

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

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

"You’re not broken."

are we

growl at her, pulling away from

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

I worthless

the only

I sigh, hanging my head in

She holds her hands up and

gestures to the

get those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,"

that,"

that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped

the raw

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

a matching one too," I laugh

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest

on my back before we check out and head downtown for

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

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

was a small town nestled on an island just off the shores

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

any sleep, my mind reeling over our

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

my head and groans, wanting to

side and find

and

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

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

Cynthia,

up for

see and smell

set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes,

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under

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

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

him in the dark recesses of

was the beginning of the

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

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

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

make their way to

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

to oblivion when I hear rustling in

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for a

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

but not buff by any means and his arms,

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

again, the man and his partner backing

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut

be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's

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

trap and more rogues were standing by to

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area

my cheekbone to

case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

the man comments, his eyes

one without

me control again, completely bored with the subject

by the way,"

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