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.

and burn will scar permanently due to the silver and I will

let out my

of near panic and anger, and

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake

Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head at

“You’re not broken.”

are

nearly growl at her,

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

worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who

I sigh, hanging my

didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures to

those

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,”

it’s not that,” she wipes

at what that…that

I reassure

was just a

s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin, still red

pleased me to

matching one too,” I

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

and I thank

least the bruises on my

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my back before we check out

two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

but after nearly a day of traveling by bus

nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

the sleepy town, both of us eager

struggle to get any sleep, my

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a

a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes

groans,

needed to stretch 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

grin and she

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

back and I turn to see a small light brown

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for

could see and smell far better than I

being set free and she tugs

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the

gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the

heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even

by random thoughts,

thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices

beginning of the end

he only growls or grumbles in

state for a few hours

, too afraid I 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 over stones and stumps until their

make their way to a small stream to

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

I

her nose in the air for

rustling and see two wolves emerge

at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front

and shifts into a man, no more than

and his arms, chest and stomach are

man says, his “We

and his partner

far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

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

this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing

air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more

none, she licks my cheekbone

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

to be pet

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

less one without

me control again, completely bored with

the

my best friend,