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

state of near panic and

"Sit down," she pleads.

shake my

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

"You’re not broken."

are

her, pulling away from

because I’m worthless! She

worthless then

the only person

I sigh, hanging my head in

She holds her

she gestures

those wounds

the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as

I said," I apologize and she

that," she wipes her

what that...that monster did

fine," I

just

the s-shaped burn on my

branded you." I stare at the raw

but it pleased

a matching

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

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

the large Greyhound

traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive

just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

the sleepy town, both

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

find a job soon if I wanted to give

my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

out his legs.I roll over onto my side

and she nods

to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses

a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up

smell

with delight at being set free and she tugs at my

and remove my clothes, inspecting

a silver wolf, his metallic

my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

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, their

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned

the beginning of the end

to me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

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

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

their sprint, the two make their

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

let my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

sticks her nose in the air for a

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the

taking a protective stance in front of

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

toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and

says, his "We were just on

the man and his partner backing up

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

this area in ages.It's just been the two of us in

onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what

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

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

none, she licks my cheekbone

attack as Cynthia inches closer to

to be pet

never seen a silver wolf before," the man comments, his eyes admiring

one

me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the way,"

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