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

in a state of near panic and anger, and tries

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

I so broken?" She shakes her head at

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling away

My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her

I worthless then

insulted the only person who had ever loved

hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures

get those wounds

up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound

said," I apologize

that," she

what that...that monster

fine," I reassure

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on my

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

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

got a matching one too," I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess

but at least the bruises on my face and chest

a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

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

nestled on an island just off the

the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

head and groans, wanting

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently

and she nods

and after a quick survey of

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

Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for the

and smell

at being set free and she tugs at my

my

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

for gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

of

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

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

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

the two make their

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

when I

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

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

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a

not buff by any means and his arms,

the man says, his "We were just on a run

and his partner backing

sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the

the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but

this could all be a trap and

the air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone to

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely

the

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