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.

everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and

"You’re not broken."

why are

at her, pulling away

me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless then

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

hanging

She holds her hands up

she gestures to

get those wounds

me up.She whimpers to herself as

what I said," I apologize

it’s not that," she wipes her

that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

was just a

points to the s-shaped burn on my

branded you." I stare at the raw

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

matching one too,"

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

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

in the morning but at least the bruises on my face

on my back before we check out and head

and we board the large Greyhound bus,

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late

small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy

any sleep, my

and it would be

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

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,

and she nods

a quick

snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light

her wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for

smell far better than

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

and remove my clothes, inspecting

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

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

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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

of the end of our

speak to me; he

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

Grayson the reins to my body and allow

race through the trees, jumping

from their sprint, the two make their way to

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

when I hear rustling

also senses a disturbance and sticks her

of the rustling and see two

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

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective

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

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

there bud, we don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just

the man and his partner backing

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

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

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

the air again, her eyes scanning

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

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

to be pet and scratched by

the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

reply and gives me control again,

the way," he

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