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.

to shift and let out my frustrations

in a state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

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

"You’re not broken."

why are we

growl at her,

because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full

I worthless then

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

hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

she gestures to the

those wounds

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

I said," I

not that," she wipes

at what that...that monster

fine," I

was just a

to the s-shaped burn on my

at the raw skin, still

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

got a matching

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

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

body still aches in the morning but at least the bruises

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

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

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

nestled on an island just off

and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

soon if I wanted to

groans, wanting to go out for

two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw

grin and she nods

quick survey of

and I turn to see a small light brown

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up

see and smell

with delight at being set free

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

silver wolf, his metallic

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

month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned

the beginning of

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

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

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

to her play bow and the two race through the

make their way to

in to cool off, swimming around lazily

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

a disturbance and sticks her

direction of the rustling and see two wolves

stare curiously at Cynthia and

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

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

is toned but not buff by any means and

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

man and his partner backing

they are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

a pixie

must be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

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

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the

be a trap and more rogues were

again, her eyes scanning the area for

are none, she licks my cheekbone

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

Cynthia allows herself to be

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

one without a

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

Micah, by the way," he

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