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 I will forever be reminded

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

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake

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

“You’re not broken.”

are we

nearly growl at her,

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

worthless

realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my mother

sigh, hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures

those wounds

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

mean what I said,” I apologize and she forces a

it’s not that,” she

at what that…that monster did to

fine,” I

just

points to the s-shaped

the raw skin,

it pleased

got a matching one too,” I

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag

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

in the morning but at least the bruises

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

Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

is long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

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

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

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

were still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

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

grin and

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

and I turn to see a small

Cynthia, is

up

could see and smell far better

free and she tugs at

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day’s

my abilities were related to the mind,

first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I

by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

beginning of the end of

speak to me; he only growls or

a few hours and I couldn’t

afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit of freedom

race through the trees, jumping

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

around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

wander to oblivion when I hear

her nose in the air for a

the direction of the rustling and

at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

more than 30 years

is toned but not buff by any means and

we don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just

and his partner backing up

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

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

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but

be a trap and more rogues

her eyes scanning

are none, she licks my

of an attack as

herself to be pet and

the man

one without

me control again, completely bored with the

by the

friend, uh…what’s left