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.

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head

"You’re not broken."

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless

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

hanging my head in

She holds her

gestures to the

get those wounds

me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound

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

it’s not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster did to

I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

raw skin, still red

pleased me to know my father

got a matching one too," I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

thank

least the bruises on my face and

a few of the cuts on my back before we check

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued

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

island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

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

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

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

my head and groans, wanting

two weeks since 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 at her to catch"Want to

and she

and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while

up against my back and I turn to see a

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the

see and smell far

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

is also a silver wolf, his metallic

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the

person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

by random thoughts,

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

was the beginning of

to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

, too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

through the trees, jumping over stones and

the two make their way to a

cool off, swimming around lazily

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

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for a

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

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

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the two

away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a

not buff by any means and his arms, chest

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

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a

on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

a wolf around this area in ages.It's

female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the two

could all be a trap and more rogues were standing

scanning the area

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

to

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

one

and gives me control again,

by the

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