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.

due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara did

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

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake

of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes

“You’re not broken.”

are

nearly growl at her, pulling away

worthless! She bites her lips,

I worthless

insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

I sigh, hanging my

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

she gestures

those wounds

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,” I apologize

it’s not that,”

at what that…that

I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn

the raw skin, still red and burning

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

a matching one too,” I

up grocery bag and heats up the

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

the morning but at least the bruises on my face and

my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown for

just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound

of traveling by bus

was a small town nestled on an island just off the

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

any sleep,

and it would be plenty for a deposit on

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

in my head and groans,

over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I

and

walk to the nearby forest and after a quick

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up for the

could see and smell

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

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

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

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving

constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

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

the beginning of the end

now, he refuses to speak to me; he

she would go into a catatonic state for a few

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

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

two make their way

around lazily

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

disturbance and sticks her nose

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller

in an instant, taking a protective stance

a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair

is toned but not buff by any means and his

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

and his partner backing

sits on his hind legs, never taking

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

be new here,” the man continues

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

to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to

a trap and more rogues were standing by

again, her eyes scanning

my cheekbone to

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

to be pet and

wolf before,” the

less one without

me control

by the way,”

best friend, uh…what’s left