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.

takes everything in me not to shift and let

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on her

"You’re not broken."

are we

growl at her, pulling

worthless! She bites her

I worthless

insulted the only person who had ever

I sigh, hanging

She holds her hands

she gestures to

get those wounds

as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

mean what I said," I apologize and she

that," she

look at what that...that monster did to

fine," I reassure

just a

the s-shaped

you." I stare at the raw skin,

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

got a matching one

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

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

morning but at least the bruises on my face and

and a few of the cuts on my back before

board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late

small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state,

Agnes and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy

get any sleep, my

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

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

and groans, wanting

my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at

grin and

quick survey of the area, I

brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

wolf, Cynthia,

up for

could see and smell far

delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes,

is also a silver wolf, his

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

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

being constantly bombarded by random

control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices

of the

me; he only growls

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

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

bow and the two race through the

sprint, the two make their way to a small

in to cool off, swimming around

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

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

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

protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

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

not buff by any means and his arms, chest

man says, his "We were just on a

and his partner

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

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

in ages.It's just

female but

all be a trap and more rogues were standing

scanning the area for any

she licks my cheekbone

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

to be pet and scratched by

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes

less one without a

me control again, completely bored with the subject

by the

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