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

me in a state of near

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are we

nearly growl at her,

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

I worthless then

realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

I sigh, hanging my

“ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to

those

tapes me up.She whimpers to herself

said," I apologize and she forces

that," she wipes her

that...that monster did

I

was just

the s-shaped burn on

I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from the

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

matching one too," I laugh

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

eat in comfortable silence and I thank

body still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest

of the cuts on my back before we check

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

bus

town nestled on an island just off

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both

struggle to get any sleep, my

gave us and it would be plenty for

a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes

stirs in my head and groans,

needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find

grin and she

quick survey of

brushes up against my back and I turn

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up for

see and smell far better

delight at being set free and she tugs at my

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

the mind, but the extent of my

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

bombarded by random thoughts,

not keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to

the beginning of

to speak to me; he only

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

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

two race through the trees, jumping over stones and

the two make their

around lazily while Grayson lays

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the direction of the rustling

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

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

more than 30 years

by any means and his

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

the man and his partner backing up a bit

sits on his hind legs, never

cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

area in ages.It's just been the two

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

a trap and more rogues were

eyes scanning the area for

my cheekbone to give me the all

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

herself to

the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

and gives me control again,

by the way,"

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