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

in a state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling away from her

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips,

I worthless then

insulted the only person who had ever loved me

hanging my head

“ She

she gestures to the

get those wounds

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

mean what I said," I apologize and she forces a

it’s not that,"

that...that

fine," I

just

s-shaped burn on

at the raw skin, still

it pleased

a matching one too,"

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

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess

morning but at least the bruises

of the cuts on my back before we check out and head

of Seattle and we board the

by bus and ferry, Agnes and

was a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

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

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind

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

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

head and groans, wanting to go out

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

and she

forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

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

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up for

smell

delight at being set free and she tugs at my

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

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

I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

not 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

the beginning of the end of

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

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

someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and

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

sprint, the two make their way to

around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

wander to oblivion when I

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

of the rustling and see

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

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

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

man and his partner backing up

they are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

continues awkwardly,

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

and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the two

be a trap and more rogues were standing by

her eyes scanning the

she licks my

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

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

never seen a silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one without

reply and gives me control again,

by the way,"

friend, uh...what's