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.

let

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

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

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her, pulling away from her

me because I’m worthless! She

I worthless then

I’ve just insulted the

hanging my

“ She holds her

gestures

get those

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said," I apologize

not that," she

what that...that

I

was just a few

the s-shaped

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

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

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

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon

but at least the bruises

of the cuts on my

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

by bus and ferry,

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

small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm

and groans, wanting

his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want to go for

and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up

and smell far better

set free and she tugs

and remove my clothes,

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day's

gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind,

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

bombarded by random thoughts, unable

could not keep 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 with a

of the end of our

me; he only growls or grumbles

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

Grayson the reins

her play bow and the two race through

their way to a small

cool off, swimming around

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

sticks her nose in the air for a

stare in the direction of the rustling

which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

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

toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and

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

again, the man and his partner

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

woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

the man continues

ages.It's just been the

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

scanning the area for

she licks my cheekbone to

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring my

less one

gives me control again, completely bored

the

my best friend,