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.

everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture

state of near panic and anger, and tries

"Sit down," she pleads.

talk." I shake

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

"You’re not broken."

are we

at her,

I’m worthless! She bites her lips,

worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who

hanging

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

gestures to

get those wounds

me up.She whimpers to herself as

don’t mean what I said,"

that,"

what that...that monster did

I

just a

the s-shaped

stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

got a matching one too,"

cleaning me up

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess

the morning but at least the bruises on my face and

cuts on my back before we check

we board the

journey is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and

nestled on an island just off the shores of the

of the sleepy

any sleep, my

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

find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and

and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I guard

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

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up

smell

set free and she tugs at my

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

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

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

first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner

by random

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

of the end of

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn't bear to

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

to her play bow and the two race through the

the two make their

around lazily while Grayson lays

I hear rustling in the

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for a

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

deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and

into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown

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

trouble," the man says, his "We were

and his partner backing up a bit

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

a pixie cut and several tattoos

be new here," the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

haven't seen a wolf around this area in ages.It's just been the two of us in

over to the female but

could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by

the air again, her eyes scanning the area for

my cheekbone to give me

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to

herself to

the man

one without a

me control again, completely bored with the subject

by the

my best friend, uh...what's