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.

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

why are

her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging my head in

mean “ She holds her hands

gestures to the

get those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

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

that," she wipes

what that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

just a

s-shaped

you." I stare at the raw

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

a matching

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

least the

my back before we check out and head downtown for the

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

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

island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind

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

job soon if I wanted to

in my head and groans, wanting to

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

grin and she

a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf

wolf, Cynthia,

up

smell far better

with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

wolf, his metallic fur

related to the mind,

person I encountered, their

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

was the beginning of the

me; he only

a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to

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

the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their

sprint, the two make their way

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in

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

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

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

man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach

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

and his partner

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

a pixie cut and several

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

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

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

a trap and more rogues were

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

my cheekbone to

attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

to be pet and scratched by the

wolf before," the man

one without

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

the way," he

friend, uh...what's left of