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.

to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my

can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are

her, pulling away from her

own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

worthless then

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

hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She

she gestures

those wounds

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

I said," I

that," she

at what that...that monster did

I reassure

just a few

the s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw skin, still red

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same to

a matching one

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery

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

in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for the

to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

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

was a small town nestled on an island just off

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for a deposit

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

my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

his legs.I roll over onto my side

grin and she

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick

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

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up for the hearing

smell far better

with delight at being set free

hide behind a tree and remove my

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

I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of

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

random thoughts,

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

of the end of our

me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to

two race through the trees, jumping over

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

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

curiously at Cynthia

a protective stance in

and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are

any trouble," the man says, his

growls again, the man and his partner

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

with a pixie cut and several

here," the man continues

seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the two

female but Grayson blocks her

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

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

to be pet

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring my

one without

and gives me control

the

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