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.

I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara

let out my frustrations

in a state of near panic and anger, and tries

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head

I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and

“You’re not broken.”

why are

growl at her, pulling away from

worthless!

I worthless

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person

I sigh, hanging

“ She holds her hands

she gestures to

get those

me up.She whimpers to

what I said,” I apologize

not that,” she wipes

what that…that monster did

I

just a

points to the s-shaped burn on

stare at the raw skin, still

wolf but it pleased me to know my

matching one too,” I laugh

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

at least the bruises

the cuts on my back before

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the scenery

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

nestled on an island just off

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

to get any sleep, my

and it would be plenty for

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

and groans, wanting to go out for

legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at

and she nods

the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind a

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for

could see and smell far

delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

tree and remove my

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of

the mind, but the extent of

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

by random

locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a

was the beginning of the end of our

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear

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

two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps

from their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling

and sticks her nose in

the direction of the rustling

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I

taking a protective stance in

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

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

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

growls again, the man and his partner backing up

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

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

haven’t seen a wolf around 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

a trap and more rogues were standing by

eyes scanning the

are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the all

attack as Cynthia inches closer to the

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

a silver wolf before,” the man

one without

and gives me control again, completely bored with

the way,”

is my best friend,