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 frustrations on the furniture

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her, pulling away from

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

I worthless

blood drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the

sigh, hanging my head

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She

she gestures

get those wounds

up.She

I said," I apologize and

not that," she wipes

what that...that monster did to

I reassure

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn

I stare at the raw skin, still

wolf but it pleased me to

a matching one too," I laugh

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

comfortable silence and I thank Moon

in the morning but at least the

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

and we board the

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

small town nestled on an island just off

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

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and

a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

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

grin and she

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

back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf

Cynthia, is deaf

up

see and smell far better

set free

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

related to the mind, but the extent of my

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

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

could not keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a

beginning of the

refuses to speak to me; he only

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

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

play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

their way to a

around lazily

to oblivion when I hear rustling

a disturbance and sticks her

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

at Cynthia and I while

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of

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

and his arms, chest and stomach are

says, his "We were just on a run and

and his partner

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

be new here," the man continues awkwardly,

around this area in ages.It's just

but Grayson

all be a trap and more rogues were standing by

her eyes scanning the area for any

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

a silver wolf before," the

one without

grunts a reply and gives me control

the

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