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 on the furniture

her trip, finding me in a state of

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

just talk? Why am I so broken?" She

"You’re not broken."

why are

growl at her, pulling away from

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full

worthless then

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

hanging my

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to

get those

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

said," I apologize

it’s not that," she

that...that monster did to

fine," I

just a

to the s-shaped burn

raw skin, still red

pleased me to know my father had done

a matching one too," I

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

least the

cuts on my back before we check out and head

just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

just off

I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

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

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

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to

out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring

and she nods

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

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

Cynthia,

senses, however, make up for the hearing

see and smell far

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

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

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic

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

I encountered, their inner voices nearly

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

of

to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go so numb and

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

through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until

sprint, the two make their way to a small

around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

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

sticks her nose

in the direction of the rustling and see

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

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

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

not buff by any means and his arms, chest

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

his partner backing

and sits on his

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut

be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

in ages.It's just

female but Grayson blocks her

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

scanning the area

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

herself to be pet and scratched by

the man comments, his eyes admiring my

less one without a

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

by the way," he

best friend,