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

from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and anger,

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake

I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

are

at her, pulling

My own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

I worthless then

realize I’ve just insulted the only person who

I sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She

she gestures to the

those

still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to

what I said," I apologize and she

not that," she wipes

that...that

I reassure

was just

to the s-shaped burn on my

I stare at the raw skin,

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my

matching one too," I laugh

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

thank Moon Goddess

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

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

and we board the

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

off the shores of the state, surrounded

and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the

to get any sleep, my

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

my head and groans, wanting to go out

side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the

grin and she nods

nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind

snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up

and smell far better

at being set free

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

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

related to the mind,

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see

by random

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a

the beginning of the end

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

for a few

too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body

through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their

make their way to a small stream to drink

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily

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

disturbance and sticks her nose in the

direction of the rustling

wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

a protective stance in front of Cynthia

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

is toned but not buff by any means and

says, his "We were

and his partner backing up a

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

woman with a pixie

continues awkwardly, rubbing

wolf around this area in ages.It's just

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

could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to

her eyes scanning the area for any

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

as Cynthia inches

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

seen a silver wolf before," the

one without

a reply and gives me control again, completely

Micah, by the way," he

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