The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 7: Rogues

***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.

the silver and I will

not to shift and let out my frustrations

from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake

of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

her, pulling

own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

worthless then

as I realize I’ve just insulted the only

sigh, hanging

She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

get those

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I

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

not that,”

at what that…that monster

fine,” I

was just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

you.” I stare at the raw skin, still

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

a matching one too,” I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

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

and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and

Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo

nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

sleep, my

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

needed to find a job soon if I wanted

in my head and groans, wanting to go out

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

and she nods

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

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

senses, however, make up

could see and smell far better than I

free and she tugs at my shirt

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

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

I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

beginning of the end of

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her go so numb

used my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their

from their sprint, the two make their way

around lazily

oblivion when I

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

rustling and see two

eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

more than 30 years old with dark

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

don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his

growls again, the man and his partner backing

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs,

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

new here,” the man continues awkwardly,

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

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

could all be a trap and

air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to

danger, Cynthia allows herself to

silver wolf before,” the man comments,

less one without

me control again, completely bored with

by the way,”

best friend, uh…what’s left of our