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.

permanently due to the silver and I will forever be

shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

of near

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head at

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

“You’re not broken.”

are we

growl at her, pulling

because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

I worthless then

insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

I sigh, hanging my head

She holds her hands

gestures

those wounds

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

I said,” I apologize

that,” she

that…that monster did to

I reassure

just a few

s-shaped burn on

at the raw skin, still red and burning

Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same

matching one too,”

me up grocery

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m

least the bruises on

cuts on my back

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

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

if I wanted to give Agnes

and groans, wanting to

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

and she nods

nearby forest and after a quick survey of

against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for

smell far better

set free and she tugs at my shirt to

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

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

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

thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a mental

beginning of the

me; he only growls or

for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her

the reins to my body and allow him to

through the

out from their sprint, the two make their way

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

my mind wander to oblivion when I hear

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

and his arms,

want any trouble,” the man says, his

his partner backing up a

on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the two

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos

here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

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

all we knew, this could all be a trap and

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning

my cheekbone to give

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

to be pet and scratched

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

less one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with the subject

by the

my best friend, uh…what’s