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.

not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of

a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

so tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so

"You’re not broken."

are

growl at her, pulling away

because I’m worthless! She

I worthless

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who

hanging my head

didn’t mean “ She

she gestures to

get those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

I said," I apologize and she

it’s not that,"

that...that

fine," I

just a

points to the s-shaped burn on

I stare at the raw

pleased me to

okay.Caine got a matching one

up grocery bag and

and I thank Moon

but at least the bruises

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

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued

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

nestled on an island just off the shores of the

I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

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

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable

and groans, wanting to go out for

over onto my side

grin and she nods

quick survey of the area, I guard

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up for the

see and smell

at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but

my 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, their

was awful being constantly bombarded by random

him in the dark recesses of my mind

of the end of our

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

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

too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

two race through the

out from their sprint, the two make their way

around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

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

sticks her nose in the air for

rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

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

in an instant, taking a protective

than 30 years old

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

want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a

man and his

and sits on his hind legs, never taking

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

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

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

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson

be a trap and more rogues

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

none, she licks my cheekbone to

case of an attack as Cynthia inches

Cynthia allows herself to be pet

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments,

less one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again,

by the way,"

best friend,