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.

not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture

finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my head at

tired of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile

"You’re not broken."

are

her, pulling

because I’m worthless!

I worthless then

I’ve just insulted the only

sigh, hanging my

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

gestures to

those

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

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

that,"

that...that monster

I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped

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

wolf but it pleased me to know my father had

a matching one too," I laugh

me up grocery bag and

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

at least the bruises

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

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

on an island just off the

I find a small motel on the outskirts of the

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to

head and groans, wanting to go out

two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide

grin and

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

up against my back and I

wolf, Cynthia,

up for the

smell

set free and

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

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but

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

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

of my mind for a while until I learned to stop

of

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

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

hand Grayson the

to her play bow and the two race through the trees,

two make their way

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

my mind wander to oblivion when I

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

direction of the rustling and

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

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

not buff by any means and his arms, chest and

says, his "We were just

and his

on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

with a pixie cut

be new here," the man continues

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

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

this could all be a trap and more

air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

my cheekbone to

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

allows herself to be

wolf before," the man

less one

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely

the way,"

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