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

a state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

me because I’m worthless! She bites

worthless

blood drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the

I sigh, hanging my

“ She

gestures

those wounds

me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each

sorry.I don’t mean what I said," I apologize and

it’s not that,"

look at what that...that monster did to

I

just a few

the s-shaped burn on my

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

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

a matching one

continues cleaning me up grocery

I thank

at least the bruises on

on my back before we check out and

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large

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

town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

the sleepy

sleep,

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

over onto my side and find Agnes wide

grin and she

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for

see and smell

with delight at being set free

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

mind, but the

of every person I

bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

was the beginning of the end of

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

would go into 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 to my body and allow him to

play bow and the two race through

two make their way to a

cool off, swimming around

oblivion when I

and sticks her nose

the direction of the rustling and see two

curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf

taking a protective stance in front

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

not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are

man says, his "We were just on a run and heard

growls again, the man and his partner backing

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

a pixie cut and several tattoos

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly,

area in ages.It's just been the two

to the female but Grayson blocks her path,

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

the air again, her eyes scanning

none, she licks my cheekbone to

as Cynthia inches

allows herself to be pet and scratched by

a silver wolf before," the

less one without a

a reply and gives me control

the way,"

this is my best friend, uh...what's left of our