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.

takes everything in me not to shift and let

state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging my head

mean “ She holds

gestures to the

those wounds

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

I said," I apologize and she

that," she wipes

what that...that

I reassure

just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw skin, still red

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same to

okay.Caine got a matching one too," I laugh

cleaning me up grocery

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

but at least the bruises on my

of the cuts on my back

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the

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

island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town,

any sleep, my mind reeling over our

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

wanted to give Agnes

head and groans, wanting to go

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

grin and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I guard

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

Cynthia,

up

and smell far

being set free and she tugs at my

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

silver wolf, his metallic fur

to the mind, but the extent

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

was the beginning of the

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

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

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit of freedom with

responds to her play bow and the two race through the

from their sprint, the two make their

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the rustling and see two

deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

shifts into a man, no more than 30

any means and his arms, chest and stomach

his "We were just on a run and heard you,

man and his partner backing up

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

must be new here," the man continues

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

and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still

a trap and more rogues were

air again, her eyes scanning the

she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

to be pet and scratched by the

before," the man comments, his eyes

less one without a

me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the

my best friend, uh...what's