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.

due to the silver and I will forever

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 calm me

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake

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

“You’re not broken.”

are

growl at her,

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

worthless then

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

hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures to the

those

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 she forces

not that,” she wipes

look at what that…that monster did

I

was just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin,

it pleased me to know my father

got a matching

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in paper

I thank Moon Goddess

in the morning but at least the bruises

cuts on my back before we check

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

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

town 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

struggle to get any sleep, my

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

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

in my head and groans,

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 for a

and she

a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

I turn to see

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

the mind, but

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams, their

bombarded by random thoughts, unable

locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for

was the beginning of the end

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy

and the two race through the trees,

from their sprint, the two make their

swimming around lazily while Grayson

to oblivion when I hear rustling

her nose in the

direction of the rustling and see two wolves

at Cynthia and I

instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

than 30 years old

but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

the man says, his “We were just on a run and

growls again, the man and his

and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

with a pixie cut

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

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

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

knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing

eyes scanning the area for

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

as

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

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

less one without a

gives me control again, completely bored with the

the way,” he

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