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.

in me not to shift and let out

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

so tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

are we

her,

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

I worthless then

just insulted the

I sigh, hanging my head

didn’t mean “ She holds

she gestures

those

sink into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she

mean what I said," I apologize and she

that," she

what that...that monster did

fine," I

just a few

the s-shaped burn

stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from the

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to

a matching one too,"

very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

I thank Moon

but at least the bruises on my face

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

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window

traveling by bus and

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

a small motel on the outskirts of the

to get any sleep, my

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

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

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

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

and

to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for the

could see and smell far

free and she tugs

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

wolf, his metallic fur

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but

shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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

was the beginning of the

he only

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

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

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

two make their way to a small stream

in to cool off, swimming around lazily

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear

sticks her nose in the air for

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two

blue eyes which stare curiously at

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

wolf backs away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

buff by any means and his

any trouble," the man says, his "We

the man and his partner backing up

they are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs,

a cute woman with a pixie cut and

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

climbs onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson

all we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were

scanning the area for any

are none, she licks my

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

to be

silver wolf before," the

less one without a

a reply and gives me control again, completely

Micah, by the

my best friend,