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

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

"Sit down," she pleads.

I shake my

just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes

"You’re not broken."

why are we

at her, pulling away from

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

worthless then

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

hanging my head

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures to the

those

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

I said," I apologize

it’s not that," she wipes her

at what that...that monster did

fine," I reassure

just

s-shaped

at the raw skin, still

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father

matching

continues cleaning me up

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

at least the bruises on my

and a few of the cuts on my back before we check

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

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

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

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

sleep, my mind reeling over our

the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give

head and groans, wanting to go out for

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

and she

make the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully

Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for

and smell

delight at being set free and she tugs at

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

the mind, but

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

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until

of the end

me; he only growls or

she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to see her go

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

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

sprint, the two make their way to a small

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily

I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

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 in

than 30 years old

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

trouble," the man says, his "We were just on a run and heard

again, the man and his partner

on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

man continues awkwardly, rubbing

ages.It's just been the two of us

to walk over to the female but

we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to

eyes scanning the area for

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

a silver wolf before," the man comments, his

less one without a

and gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the way," he

best friend,