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

finding me in a state of near panic and anger,

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on her

"You’re not broken."

why are we

her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless then

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever

I sigh, hanging my head in

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

gestures

those

me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

I said," I apologize and

that," she wipes her

that...that monster did

I reassure

just a

s-shaped burn on my

the raw

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

got a matching one

up grocery bag and heats up the food in

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

on my back before we

Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large

by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in

off the shores of the state, surrounded

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

get any sleep,

Wyatt gave us and it

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

and groans, wanting

almost been 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

and

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while

and I turn to see a small light brown

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far better than I

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf,

mind, but the extent

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

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a mental

was the beginning of the

me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

make their way to a small

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

disturbance and sticks her

the rustling and see

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and hides behind her

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

no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on

any means and

the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard you, that's

the man and his

and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

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

over to the female but Grayson blocks her

all be a trap and

her eyes scanning the area for any more

licks my cheekbone to give

vigilant in case of an attack as

to be pet and scratched by the

wolf before," the man comments, his

less one

me control again, completely bored with

the

my best friend, uh...what's