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.

takes everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of

state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head

so broken?" She shakes her head at me and

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling

father disowned me because I’m worthless! She

I worthless

just insulted the only

hanging my

“ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

those

up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound

what I said," I apologize

it’s not that," she wipes

what that...that monster did

I reassure

was just a

points to the s-shaped burn on my

I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from

Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done

a matching one too," I

very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

at least the bruises on my face and chest are

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

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

on an island just off the shores of

the sleepy town, both of us eager

any sleep,

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

I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go

over onto my side and find

grin and

forest and after a quick survey of the

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

make up for the

and smell far better

with delight at being set free and she tugs

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

also a silver wolf,

mind, but

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

random thoughts, unable

dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with

of the

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

for a few hours and I couldn't bear

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

two race through the trees, jumping over

two make their

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

wander to oblivion when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

at Cynthia and I while

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of

more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing

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

says, his "We were just on

again, the man and his partner

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs,

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

around this area in ages.It's just been the two of

attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

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

her eyes scanning the area

none, she licks my cheekbone to

an attack as Cynthia

allows herself to be pet and scratched

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one

reply and gives me control again,

by the

friend, uh...what's