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 on the furniture

finding me in a state of near panic

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake my head at

just talk? Why am I so broken?" She shakes her head at me and

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her, pulling

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

I worthless

the only person who had ever loved

sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds

she gestures to

get those wounds

tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

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

it’s not that," she wipes

that...that

fine," I

just a few

points to the s-shaped

branded you." I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same to

matching one too," I laugh

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

and I thank

aches in the morning but at least the bruises

cuts on my back before we check out and

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

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in

island just off the shores of the

Agnes and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

sleep, my mind reeling over our

and it would be plenty for a

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

my head and groans, wanting

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 she

a quick

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

wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for

and smell far better than

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and

behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day's

mind,

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered,

bombarded by random thoughts,

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

of

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

for a few hours

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

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

sprint, the two make their way

off, swimming around lazily while

oblivion when I hear rustling in

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the rustling and see

dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and hides behind her

in an instant, taking a protective stance

into a man, no more than 30

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

the man says, his

his partner backing up

sits on his hind legs, never

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

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

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

we knew, this could all be a trap and

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

none, she licks my cheekbone to

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

to

the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

me control again, completely bored

the way," he

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