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.

burn will scar permanently due to the silver and I will

and let out my frustrations on the

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head at

so tired of this s**t! Why can’t 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

nearly growl at her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the

sigh, hanging my head

mean “ She holds her hands

gestures

those wounds

up.She whimpers to herself

what I said,” I

it’s not that,” she

look at what that…that monster did to

I

was just a

to the s-shaped burn on

I stare at the raw skin, still red and

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

got a matching one too,” I

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag

and I thank Moon

in the morning but at least

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

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

a day of traveling by bus and

island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

gave us and it would be plenty for a

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

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go

out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch”Want to

and

after a quick survey of the

snout brushes up against my back and I

wolf, Cynthia, is

make up

smell far

delight at being set free and she

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

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

mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even

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,

was awful being constantly bombarded by random

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

was the beginning of the

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to

her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping

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

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in

rustling and see two wolves emerge

eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the

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

more than 30 years old with dark brown

not buff by any means and

the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

the man and his partner backing

enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on

a pixie cut and several tattoos

continues awkwardly, rubbing the

ages.It’s just been the two of us in

but

a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

scanning the area for any

my cheekbone to give me the all

attack as Cynthia

danger, Cynthia allows herself to

seen a silver wolf before,” the man

one without a

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

by the way,”

my best friend, uh…what’s left of