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 on the

finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her, pulling away from

My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

I worthless

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

hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She

she gestures

those wounds

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

mean what I said," I apologize and she

it’s not that," she wipes her

look at what that...that

I

was just a few

to the s-shaped burn on

raw

wolf but it pleased

a matching

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up

I thank Moon Goddess

at least

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

Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

of traveling by bus and ferry,

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

a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm

head and groans, wanting to go out for

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently

and she nods

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

my back and I

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for

see and smell far better than I

set free and she tugs

my clothes, inspecting my

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

of every person I

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of

was the beginning of the end of our

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

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

the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

from their sprint, the two make their

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

rustling

curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

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

a man, no more than 30

any means and his

trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard you, that's

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

they are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

woman with a

continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

a trap

her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

case of an attack as

herself to be

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring my

less one

me control again, completely bored with

by the way,"

this is my best friend,