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

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

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

"You’re not broken."

are

growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless

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

sigh, hanging my

She holds her hands up

gestures

get those

as she tapes me up.She

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

that," she wipes her

look at what that...that monster

fine," I reassure

just

s-shaped burn

I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I

cleaning me up grocery bag and

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

still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my face

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back

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

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

on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

struggle to get any sleep,

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

a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call her

and groans, wanting to go

to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I

and she

short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses

and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for the

could see and smell

at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day's

mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery

first 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,

being constantly bombarded by random

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

the beginning of the end of

me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I

haven't used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body

through

make their way to a small

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

disturbance and sticks her

the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and

an instant, taking a protective stance in

and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years

but not buff by any means and his arms,

want any trouble," the man says, his

man and his partner backing up

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

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

must be new here," the man continues

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

but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

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

again, her eyes scanning the

she licks my

I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments,

one without a

grunts a reply and gives me control again,

Micah, by the way," he

friend, uh...what's