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.

permanently due to the silver and I

not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head

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

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her, pulling away from her

me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless

drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person

sigh, hanging my

“ She

gestures to

those wounds

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

don’t mean what I said,” I apologize and

that,” she wipes her

that…that monster did

fine,” I

was just a few

s-shaped burn on

you.” I stare at the raw skin, still

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

matching

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

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

my back

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the

tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

on an island just off the shores of the

small motel on the outskirts of the

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for

soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call her

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,

grin and she

quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she

up against my back and I turn to see a small light

Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far

free and she tugs at my shirt

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf,

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

awful being constantly bombarded by random

recesses of my mind for a while until I

beginning of the end

to me; he

a few

years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

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

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

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

and sticks her nose in the air for a

stare in the direction of the rustling and

deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

man, no more than 30

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

we don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

the man and his partner backing

and sits on his

with a pixie cut

be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure

a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

her eyes scanning the area for

none, she licks my cheekbone

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring my

one

me control

by the way,”

is my best friend, uh…what’s left of our