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.

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on

from her trip, finding me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head at

so broken?" She shakes her

"You’re not broken."

why are

at her, pulling

me because I’m worthless! She

worthless

drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person

I sigh, hanging my head in

mean “ She holds her hands up and

gestures to

those

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

what I said," I apologize and she forces a

that," she wipes

that...that monster did

fine," I

just a

the s-shaped burn

I stare at the raw skin, still red and

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

got a matching one too,"

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

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

morning but at least the bruises on my face and

cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for the bus

of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

journey is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late

just off the shores of the state,

the

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

wanted to give Agnes a warm

stirs in my head and groans, wanting

since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find

grin and she nods

short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey

back and I turn to see a small light

Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up

and smell

with delight at being set free and she tugs

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

wolf, his metallic

were related to the mind, but the extent

month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

random thoughts,

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

was the beginning of the end of our

speak to me; he

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

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

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps

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

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while

to oblivion when I

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in

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

eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of

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

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

don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just

and his partner

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

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

new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

ages.It's just

over to the female but Grayson blocks her path,

be a trap and

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

that there are none, she licks my

of an attack as

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

seen a silver wolf before," the man

less one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely

by the way,"

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