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.

everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

in a state of near panic and anger,

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

I just talk? Why am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

why are we

her, pulling

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved

I sigh, hanging my

mean “ She holds her hands up and

gestures

those

still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and she forces

that," she wipes

what that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

just

s-shaped burn on my

branded you." I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from the

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know

a matching

it very funny and continues cleaning me up

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

morning but at least the

cuts on my back

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

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

nestled on an island just off the shores of the state,

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

to get any sleep, my

good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

job soon if I wanted

head and groans, wanting to go out for a

roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want to go for a

grin and she

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

minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

make up for the hearing

see and smell far better

set free and she tugs at my shirt

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

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

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

random thoughts, unable to

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

he only growls or grumbles in

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

afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to

two race through the

from their sprint, the two make their way to

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

let my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

and sticks her nose

direction of the rustling

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

feet in an instant, taking a protective

no more than 30

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

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

man and his partner backing

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

cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly,

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

to the female but Grayson blocks her path,

could all be a trap

air again, her eyes scanning the area for any

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone

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

herself to

silver wolf before," the

one

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the

friend, uh...what's left of our