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 furniture of the

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head

so tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on

"You’re not broken."

are we

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

disowned me because I’m worthless!

I worthless

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

I sigh, hanging

She holds her hands up

she gestures

those wounds

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

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

that," she wipes

that...that monster

fine," I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn

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

but it pleased

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

least the bruises

and a few of the cuts on my back before

Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound

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

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

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

to get any sleep,

Gamma Wyatt gave us and

soon if I wanted

head and groans, wanting to

my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow

grin and

quick survey of the area, I guard

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

make up

smell far better than I

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his

to the mind, but the extent of my strength was

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

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

recesses of

beginning of the

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to

to her play bow and the two race through

out from their sprint, the two make their way to a

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

oblivion when I hear rustling

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

of the rustling and see two

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

an instant, taking a protective stance in front

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

toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

says, his

again, the man and his partner backing

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his

a cute woman with a

must be new here," the man continues

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

to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what

could all be a trap and more rogues were

her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

she licks my cheekbone

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

allows herself to be pet and scratched by

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

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

Micah, by the way,"

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