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.

shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head at

Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces

"You’re not broken."

why are

at her,

worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full

I worthless

insulted the only person who had ever loved me

sigh, hanging my head

“ She holds her

gestures

those

me up.She whimpers to herself

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

not that," she

what that...that monster did to

I reassure

just

the s-shaped burn

the raw skin, still red and burning

it pleased me to know my

got a matching one too,"

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

least the bruises

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for the bus

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the

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

a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

Agnes and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

gave us and it would be plenty for

to find a job soon if I wanted to

head and groans, wanting to go

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

grin and she nods

nearby forest and after a quick survey of

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

Cynthia, is deaf and

up for the hearing

and smell far

at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

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

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

mind, but the extent of my strength

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

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

him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

the beginning of the end of our

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

into her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few

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

race through

their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream

to cool off, swimming around lazily while

mind wander to oblivion when I

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in

direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

in an instant, taking a protective

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

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

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

and his

sits on his hind legs, never taking

woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

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

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

be a trap and

again, her eyes scanning the area for any

are none, she licks my

of an attack as

to be pet and scratched by

silver wolf before," the man comments,

one without a

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

by the way,"

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