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.

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

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

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head at

Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and forces a smile

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless

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

sigh, hanging my

mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures to the

get those wounds

as she tapes me up.She whimpers to

I said,” I apologize and

not that,”

that…that monster did to

fine,” I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on

raw skin, still red and burning from

but it pleased me to know my father had done

okay.Caine got a matching one

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and chest are

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

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

long and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

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

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

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

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 find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her to catch”Want to go

and

and after a quick survey of the area,

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small

wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up

smell far

free and she tugs at my

behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

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

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see

bombarded by random thoughts,

dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices

of the end of our

me; he only

mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her go

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

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

two make their way

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

when I hear rustling in the trees directly

sticks her

of the rustling and

curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and

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

into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark

buff by any means and his arms, chest

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

again, the man and his partner backing up a

Grayson relaxes and sits on

woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

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

seen a wolf around this area in ages.It’s

female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the

trap and more rogues were standing by to

eyes scanning the area for any more possible

none, she licks my

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

silver wolf before,” the man comments,

less one without

control again, completely bored with the

Micah, by the

my best friend,