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

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She

"You’re not broken."

are we

her, pulling away from

I’m worthless!

I worthless then

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

sigh, hanging my head in

mean “ She holds her

she gestures to the

get those wounds

tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

I said,"

not that," she wipes her

that...that monster

I

just a few

the s-shaped

I stare at the raw skin, still red

a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

a matching one

very funny and continues cleaning me up

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

still aches in the morning but at least the

on my back

tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in

just off the shores

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on

needed to find a job soon if I wanted

head and groans, wanting to

his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch"Want to

and she nods

walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the

a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

make up for the

see and smell far

set free and she tugs at

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day's

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

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

the beginning of

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

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

afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

two race through the

their sprint, the two make their

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

I hear rustling in the trees directly

sticks her nose in the air

rustling

stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

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

wolf backs away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown

but not buff by any means and his

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

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut

new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

in ages.It's just been the two

climbs onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

be a trap and more rogues

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area

she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf's

herself to be pet and scratched by

before," the man comments, his eyes

less one without

gives me control again, completely

by the way," he

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