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.

to shift and let out my frustrations on

a state of near panic and anger, and tries

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my head

this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and forces a smile

"You’re not broken."

are we

her, pulling away

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless

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

I sigh, hanging my head in

“ She holds her hands up and

gestures

get those

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

said," I apologize and

not that,"

look at what that...that

I

was just a

s-shaped burn on my

I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

it pleased me to know my father

okay.Caine got a matching

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

still aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my

cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown

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

traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive

nestled on an island just off the shores of

the sleepy town, both of us eager

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

gave us and it would be

wanted to

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go

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

grin and she nods

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

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

her wolf, Cynthia, is

however, make up for the hearing

smell far better than

delight at being set free and

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

is also a silver wolf,

abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

every person I encountered,

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a

the beginning of the end of our

he only growls or

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

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

bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps

sprint, the two make their way to a small stream

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

senses a disturbance and sticks her

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

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

buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are

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

the man and his

Grayson relaxes and sits on

cute woman with a pixie cut and several

continues

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

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

be a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

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

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet

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

less one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the

friend, uh...what's left