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.

let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake

I just talk? Why am I so broken?"

"You’re not broken."

are

growl at her, pulling away

worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full

I worthless

realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

I sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She

gestures to

those

she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

said," I apologize and she forces a

it’s not that,"

look at what that...that monster did

I

just a few

points to the s-shaped

at the raw skin, still

pleased me to know my

matching one too," I laugh

and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

least the bruises on my face and chest are

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

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

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

a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

any sleep, my

us and it would be plenty for a deposit

wanted to

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

almost been two weeks since 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

to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the

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

Cynthia, is

make up

see and smell far better than

set free

a tree and remove my clothes,

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

my abilities were related to the mind, but the

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

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

beginning of the

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

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I

haven't used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body

through the trees, jumping

their sprint, the two make their way to a small

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

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

disturbance and sticks her

rustling and see two

curiously at Cynthia and I while the

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

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

and his arms,

want any trouble," the man says, his "We were just

again, the man and his partner backing up

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

a cute woman with a

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

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

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

could all be a trap and more rogues were

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

my cheekbone

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

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

one without

and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

by the way,"

my best friend,