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.

I will forever be reminded of

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

finding me in a state of near panic and anger,

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake

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

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

her,

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

I worthless

realize I’ve just insulted the

hanging my head

She holds her

gestures to

get those

into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize

said,” I

that,” she wipes

look at what that…that monster did

fine,” I reassure

was just a few

points to the s-shaped

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

pleased me to know my father had done the same to

got a matching

cleaning me up grocery bag and

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

the morning but at least the bruises on my

a few of the cuts on my back before we check

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to

of traveling by bus and

was a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state,

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

gave us and it would be plenty

job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

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

quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while

my back and I turn

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

senses, however, make up for

and smell far better

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

my clothes,

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day’s

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

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

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

of my mind for a while until I learned to

was the beginning of the end

he refuses to speak to me; he

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her

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

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

their sprint, the two make their way to

to cool off, swimming around

oblivion when I hear rustling in the

and sticks her nose in the

the direction of the rustling and see two

deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

a protective stance in front

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

buff by any means and his arms, chest and

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

man and his partner backing up

on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the two

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

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

over to the female but Grayson blocks her

this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to

her eyes scanning the

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by

never seen a silver wolf before,” the man

less one

and gives me control

Micah, by the

friend, uh…what’s left of