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.

will scar permanently due to the silver and I will

to shift and let

me in a state of near panic

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head at

am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her,

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

I worthless then

as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since

I sigh, hanging my

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She

she gestures

those wounds

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

said,” I apologize

not that,” she wipes

what that…that monster did

fine,” I

just a few

to the s-shaped burn on

branded you.” I stare at the raw skin,

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

got a matching one

me up grocery bag and

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

at least the bruises on my face and

cuts on my

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

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the

small town nestled on an island just off

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

any sleep,

gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call

in my head and groans, wanting to

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

grin and

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard

snout brushes up against my back and I turn

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

make up for the hearing

could see and smell

being set free and she tugs at my

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

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

gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even

a month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered,

constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until

beginning of the end of

refuses to speak to me; he only

for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see

someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body

two race through the trees, jumping

out from their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to drink

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

to oblivion when I hear rustling

sticks her nose in the

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

eyes which stare curiously at

a protective

backs 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,

trouble,” the man says, his “We were just

man and his partner

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking

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

must be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

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

to the female but Grayson blocks her path,

knew, this could all be a trap and more

air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone to give me the all

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf’s

to be pet and scratched by the

seen a silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely

by the way,”

best friend,