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.

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

and let

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

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.”

why are we

nearly growl at her, pulling

worthless! She

worthless then

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

sigh, hanging my head

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures to the

get those wounds

up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound

I said,”

not that,” she wipes her

look at what that…that monster did to

fine,” I reassure

just a

the s-shaped burn on

you.” I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning

but it pleased me to know my father had

a matching

up grocery bag and heats up the food in

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

in the morning but at least the bruises

on my back before we check out and head downtown for

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

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

town nestled on an island just off the shores of the

of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

get any sleep, my mind reeling over

still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on

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

groans, wanting

side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her

and she

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I

brushes up against my back and I turn to

Cynthia,

make up for

see and smell far better than I

free and she tugs at my shirt

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 the last

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

thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

in the dark recesses of my

of the

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

the reins to my body and

two race through

their way to a small

swimming around lazily

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

her nose in

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and hides behind

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the two

than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on

buff by any means and his

man says, his “We were just

growls again, the man and his partner backing

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

cute woman with a pixie cut and

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

ages.It’s just been the two of us in

climbs onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks

trap and more

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring my

less one

and gives me control again, completely bored

the way,” he

is my best friend, uh…what’s left of our