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.

the silver and I will forever be reminded of

me not to shift and let out my

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head at

talk? Why am I so broken?”

“You’re not broken.”

are we

at her, pulling away

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

I worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person

hanging my head in

mean “ She holds

she gestures to

those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and

don’t mean what I said,” I apologize and

it’s not that,” she wipes her

what that…that monster

I reassure

was just a

to the s-shaped

you.” I stare at the raw

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased

a matching one too,” I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

I thank

at least the bruises on my face and chest

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

and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

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

get any sleep,

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

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

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for a

my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring

and she nods

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

and I

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far better

at being set free and

hide behind a tree and remove my

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

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

never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner

random thoughts, unable

keep their thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while

beginning of

refuses to speak to me; he

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her go so

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit

two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

their sprint, the two make their way to a small

swimming around

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

and sticks her nose in the

rustling and see two

at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance

more than 30 years old

not buff by any means and his arms, chest

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

again, the man and his partner

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

woman with a

must be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

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

climbs onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to

all we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

air again, her eyes scanning

my cheekbone to

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches

herself to be pet and scratched

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

less one without a

and gives me control again, completely

Micah, by the way,” he

friend, uh…what’s left