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.

everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

trip, finding me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

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

"You’re not broken."

are we

growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless

just insulted the only person who

hanging

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures

get those

as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

said," I apologize and she forces

it’s not that," she wipes her

at what that...that monster did

fine," I

was just a few

the s-shaped

at the raw skin, still red and burning

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

got a matching one too," I laugh

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

thank Moon Goddess I’m

in the morning but at least the bruises on my

my back before we check out and head downtown for the

we board the large Greyhound bus,

nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo

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

the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for

sleep, my mind reeling

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

head and groans, wanting to

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the

grin and

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

back and I turn to see a small light

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

make up for

and smell far better than

with delight at being set free and she tugs

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under

for gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was

of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even

by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

beginning of the end

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

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

too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and

the two race through the

two make their way to a

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

let my mind wander to oblivion when I hear

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

the rustling and see two wolves

has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

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

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

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

the man and his partner backing

and sits on his hind

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

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

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

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

a trap and more rogues were

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

herself to be pet

seen a silver wolf before," the man comments,

less one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

by the way," he

friend, uh...what's left of