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

in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

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

nearly growl at her, pulling

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

worthless then

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only

sigh, hanging my head in

“ She holds her hands

she gestures to

those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

said,"

that," she wipes her

look at what that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped burn

branded you." I stare at the raw skin, still

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

got a matching one too," I laugh

funny and continues cleaning me up

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

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

my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we

two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound

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

just off the shores of the state,

small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both

sleep, my mind

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

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

in my head and groans, wanting to

almost been two weeks since 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 she

and after a quick survey of

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

up for

and smell far better than I

at being set free and she

remove my clothes,

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

abilities were related to the mind, but the

my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner

by random thoughts, unable to

their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

of

he refuses to speak to me; he only

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

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

bow and the two race through the

their way to a small stream to

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear

her

stare in the direction of the rustling and see

stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

and shifts into a man, no more than

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

want any trouble," the man says, his "We

and his partner backing up a

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

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

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

ages.It's just been the two of

female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the

a trap and more rogues were standing by

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

none, she licks my cheekbone to give

of an attack as Cynthia inches

to be pet and

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

one

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the

the way,"

best friend, uh...what's left