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

finding me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

Why am I so broken?" She shakes her

"You’re not broken."

are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from her

worthless! She bites her lips, her

worthless

realize I’ve just insulted the

hanging my

mean “ She

she gestures

those wounds

into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

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

it’s not that,"

that...that monster

fine," I

was just a few

s-shaped burn on my

you." I stare at the raw

but it pleased me to know my

got a matching one too,"

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up

comfortable silence and I thank

morning but at least the bruises

of the cuts on my back before

two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes

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

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

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

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

just needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to

my head and groans, wanting to go out

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 go for

grin and she

a quick

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

Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for the

smell far better

set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

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

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

by random

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of

was the beginning of

speak to me; he only growls

a few hours and I couldn't bear

the reins to my

the two race through

make their way to a

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

when I hear rustling in the trees

her nose in the air for

of the rustling

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

instant, taking a protective stance

man, no more than 30 years old with dark

by any means and his

man says, his "We were just on a run and heard you, that's

man and his partner backing

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

a wolf around this area in ages.It's

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

trap and more rogues were

again, her eyes scanning the

my cheekbone

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

allows herself to be

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

one without

and gives me control again,

the way," he

my best friend,