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 the furniture of

finding me in a state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She

"You’re not broken."

why are we

nearly growl at her, pulling away from her

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

worthless then

insulted the

sigh, hanging my

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

she gestures to the

get those wounds

sink into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

I said," I apologize and she forces

it’s not that," she wipes her

that...that

fine," I reassure

just a few

points to the s-shaped

at the raw skin, still red and

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

okay.Caine got a matching one

me up grocery

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest

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

to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the

but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and

town nestled on an island just off the shores of

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a

any sleep,

and it

if I wanted to

stirs in my head and groans, wanting

over onto my side and

grin and

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

few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to

her wolf, Cynthia,

senses, however, make up for

see and smell far better than

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

behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

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

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

of every person I encountered, their inner

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices

of the end of our

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until

the two make their way to a small stream to drink

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

when I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

rustling and see two wolves emerge from

which stare curiously at Cynthia and

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

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

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

we don't want any trouble," the man says, his

his partner

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his

woman with a pixie cut and

here," the man continues awkwardly,

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the two of us in this

to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make

trap and more rogues were

again, her eyes scanning the area

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

vigilant in case of an attack as

herself to be

the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one without a

me control again, completely bored with the

the way,"

my best friend, uh...what's left