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.

cuts and burn will scar permanently due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of

everything in me not to shift and let out

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head at

so broken?” She shakes her head at

“You’re not broken.”

why are

her, pulling away

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

I worthless

insulted the only person who had ever loved me since

I sigh, hanging my head

mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures

get those

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

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

it’s not that,” she wipes

at what that…that

fine,” I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped burn on

stare at the raw skin, still

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my

got a matching one

up grocery bag and heats up the food in paper

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

still aches in the morning but at least the bruises

the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for the

of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

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

off

a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for a deposit

needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm

head and groans, wanting to go out

and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring

and

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

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

wolf, Cynthia, is

however, make up for

could see and smell far better

delight at being set free and she tugs at

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams, their

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I

beginning of the

me; he only

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

I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the

two race through the trees, jumping

from their sprint, the two make their way

jumps in to cool off, swimming around

let my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at

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

means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run

the man and his partner backing up a

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

a cute woman with a pixie

here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

female but Grayson blocks her

be a trap

again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

there are none, she licks my cheekbone

vigilant in case of an attack as

Cynthia allows herself to be pet

never seen a silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes

one without a

and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

Micah, by the way,”

is my best friend,