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 out my

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

her, pulling

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless

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

sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

she gestures to the

those wounds

tapes me up.She

what I said," I apologize and she forces

not that," she wipes her

at what that...that monster did

I

was just a few

to the s-shaped burn on my

I stare at the raw skin, still red

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father

okay.Caine got a matching one

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats

and I thank

in the morning but at least the

of the cuts on my

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

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

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

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

I wanted

groans, wanting to go out for

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

and

quick

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for the

see and smell far better than

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

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

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

a month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

of the end of our

he only

few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go so numb and

years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

and the two race through the

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

swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

to oblivion when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

of the rustling

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

an instant, taking a protective stance in front

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with

any means and his arms, chest and

don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a

and his

Grayson relaxes and sits on

cute woman with a pixie

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the

the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but

all be a trap and

air again, her eyes scanning the area

none, she licks my cheekbone

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

allows herself to be pet

before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one

and gives me control again, completely bored with the

Micah, by the way,"

my best friend,