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.

and let

in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her,

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

worthless

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

hanging my head in

“ She holds her hands up

gestures to the

get those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

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

not that,"

look at what that...that monster did to

fine," I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on

you." I stare at the raw skin, still red and

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

cleaning me up grocery bag and

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

the morning but at least

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

just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

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

just off the shores

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

wanted to give Agnes a warm

groans, wanting to go out for

legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes

grin and she

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

up for the hearing

see and smell far

being set free and she tugs at my shirt

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic

abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving

bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

the beginning of

speak to me; he only growls

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

the reins to my

play bow and the two race through

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

jumps in to cool off, swimming around

when I hear

sticks her nose in

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

taking a protective stance in front

than 30 years old with dark brown hair

but not buff by any means and his

want any trouble," the man says, his "We were

man and his

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

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

area in ages.It's just been the

the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but

be a trap and more rogues were standing by

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

case of an attack as Cynthia

to

silver wolf before," the man comments, his

less one

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

by the

my best friend,