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.

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

state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are

growl at her, pulling away

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

worthless

the only person who had ever

I sigh, hanging my head

“ She holds her hands up

gestures to

those wounds

tapes me up.She whimpers to

I said," I apologize and she forces a

not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster

I

just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw skin, still red

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

matching

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

the morning but at least the bruises on my

my back before we check out and

tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

the outskirts of the sleepy town,

get any sleep, my

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call her

my head and groans, wanting to go out for

legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a

grin and she nods

quick survey

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

Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for

and smell far better than

delight at being set free and she tugs

and remove my

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

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

awful being constantly bombarded by random

under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind

was the beginning of the end of our

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours

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

to her play bow and the two race through the trees,

their sprint, the two make their way to a small

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in

rustling and see two wolves

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

no more than 30 years

buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

his "We

his

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

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

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

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

the female but Grayson

trap and more rogues were standing by to

scanning the area for any more possible

none, she licks my cheekbone to give

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

to be pet and scratched

before," the man

less one

control again, completely bored with

the way,"

my best friend, uh...what's