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.

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

state of near panic and anger,

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

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

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her,

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

worthless then

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

sigh, hanging

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

gestures to the

those

up.She whimpers to herself

I said," I apologize and she

it’s not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster did to

fine," I

was just

the s-shaped burn on

the raw skin,

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

a matching one too," I laugh

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess

at least the bruises on my

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound

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

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

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

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

were still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

I wanted to give

head and groans, wanting

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

and

a quick survey of the area,

and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up

see and smell far better than

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

hide behind a tree and remove my

is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day's

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

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

random thoughts, unable to even sleep

recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to

the beginning of the

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

their

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while

I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in

of the rustling and

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

an instant, taking a protective stance in front

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

and his arms, chest and

his

and his

Grayson relaxes and sits on his

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

to the female but Grayson blocks her

all we knew, this could all be a trap and

again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

she licks my cheekbone to

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

to be pet and scratched

silver wolf before," the man

less one without

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

the way,"

friend, uh...what's left of