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 furniture

her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my

just talk? Why am I so

"You’re not broken."

are we

her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless

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

sigh, hanging my

She holds her hands up

gestures

get those

me up.She whimpers to herself

what I said," I apologize and she forces a

that,"

look at what that...that monster did to

I reassure

was just a

the s-shaped burn on my

at the raw skin, still red and burning from

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

okay.Caine got a matching

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

in the morning but at least the bruises on

few of the cuts on my

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

by bus

nestled on an island just off the

a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

sleep, my

good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

I wanted

groans, wanting to go out for

my 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 go for a

and

nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area,

brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

with delight at being set free and she tugs at

a tree and remove my

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving

by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the

beginning of the

to me; he only growls or grumbles

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

someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to

responds to 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 out in

I hear rustling in

disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for a

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front

man, no more than 30 years

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

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

his partner backing

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

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

all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

scanning

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

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

the man comments, his

one without a

me control

by the way,"

best friend,