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.

let out my

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head at

this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her,

father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless then

I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

hanging my head

“ She holds her hands up and

gestures to the

get those

still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and she forces

it’s not that,"

look at what that...that monster did to

fine," I

was just

to the s-shaped burn on

the raw skin,

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

a matching

cleaning me up

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon

least the bruises

hip and a few of the cuts on my back before

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued

journey is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and

town nestled on an island just off

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

any sleep, my mind

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

groans, wanting to go out for a

side and find

and she nods

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for the hearing

smell far better

with delight at being set free and

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

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

thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

bombarded by random thoughts, unable

him in the dark recesses of my mind

of the end of our

to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

the reins to

two race through the trees, jumping

their sprint, the two make their way to a small

off, swimming around lazily

to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

sticks her

of the rustling and see

which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

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

more than 30 years old with

any means and his arms,

any trouble," the man says, his "We were just

and his partner backing

relaxes and sits on his hind legs,

cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

around this area in ages.It's just been

the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

be a trap and more rogues

again, her eyes scanning the

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

herself to be pet

wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one

gives me control again, completely bored

the

this is my best friend, uh...what's