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.

shift and let out my frustrations

her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head

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

"You’re not broken."

why are

at her, pulling away

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her

I worthless then

drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me

I sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She

gestures to the

get those

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

I said," I apologize and she

not that," she wipes her

at what that...that

I reassure

just

the s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my

matching one too," I laugh

cleaning me up grocery bag and

and I thank Moon Goddess

at least the bruises on

few of the cuts on my back before

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

the sleepy town, both of

to get any sleep,

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

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call her

my head and groans,

roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I

grin and she nods

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

I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up for the

could see and smell

delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

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

to the mind, but

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

by random

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

the beginning of the end of

to speak to me; he only growls or

few hours and I couldn't

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

bow and the two race through the

sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to drink

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

mind wander to oblivion when I

and sticks her nose in the

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

instant, taking a protective

backs away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

toned but not buff by any means and his arms,

his

his

on his hind legs,

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

continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

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

climbs onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to

be a trap

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more

licks my

case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

allows herself to be pet and scratched

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

one without a

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

Micah, by the way," he

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