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 forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara

let out my frustrations on the

returns from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake

can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and forces a smile on her

“You’re not broken.”

are we

her, pulling away from

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

I worthless then

insulted the only person

hanging

mean “ She holds

gestures

get those

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

mean what I said,” I apologize and

it’s not that,” she wipes her

that…that monster did

I reassure

was just a few

the s-shaped

the raw skin, still red and

Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had

got a matching one too,” I

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

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

body still aches in the morning but at least

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

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours

off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to

to get any sleep, my

Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go

had almost been two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and

grin and she nods

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

and I turn to see a small

wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up

see and smell far

twinkle with delight at being set free and she

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under

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

every person I encountered,

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

recesses of my mind for a while

beginning of the end

he refuses to speak to me; he only growls

mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few

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

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

their way to

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in

disturbance and sticks her

of the rustling and see

at Cynthia and I

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

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

and

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

man and his partner backing

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across

must be new here,” the man continues awkwardly,

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

female but Grayson blocks

be a trap and more

her eyes scanning the area for

my cheekbone to give me

as Cynthia

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

the man comments, his eyes

one without

reply and gives me control again, completely

by the way,” he

this is my best friend,