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 frustrations on the furniture of

of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my

this s**t! 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

growl at her, pulling

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

I worthless then

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

hanging my head

mean “ She holds her hands up and

gestures to

those wounds

into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

don’t mean what I said," I apologize and

that," she

look at what that...that

I

was just

the s-shaped burn on my

at the raw skin, still

wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done

matching one too,"

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

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

aches in the morning but at least

few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown

of Seattle and we board the

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of

off

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

if I wanted to give Agnes a

head and groans, wanting to go

needed to stretch out 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

and she nods

nearby forest and after a quick survey of

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

up for

see and smell far better than I

delight at being set free and

hide behind a tree and remove my

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a

of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

in the dark recesses of my

of the end of

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow

to her play bow and the two race through the

from their sprint, the two make their way to

to cool off, swimming around lazily

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

direction of the rustling

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

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of

than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on

any means and his arms, chest

bud, we don't want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard

his partner backing up

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

cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

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

this area in ages.It's just been the

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks

this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing

scanning

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

vigilant in case of an attack as

allows herself to be pet and scratched by

silver wolf before," the man comments,

less one without a

me control

Micah, by the

this is my best friend, uh...what's left of our