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 reminded of what

me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the

a state of

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head

this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She

“You’re not broken.”

are we

her,

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

I worthless

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

sigh, hanging

didn’t mean “ She holds her

she gestures to the

those

up.She whimpers to herself as she

what I said,” I apologize and she forces a

not that,” she wipes her

at what that…that

I reassure

was just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

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

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had

got a matching one too,” I laugh

it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

least the bruises on my face and chest are

few of the cuts on my back before we check

and we board the large

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

was a small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees

small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy

to get any sleep, my

Gamma Wyatt gave us and

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable

and groans, wanting to go out for

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

and she nods

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

up against my back and I turn to see

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

up for the hearing

smell far better than I

with delight at being set free and she tugs at my

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

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

mind, but the extent of my

a month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep in

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

was the beginning of the end

me; he only growls or grumbles

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

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

the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

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

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

mind wander to oblivion when I

and sticks her nose

rustling and see two wolves emerge from

dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey

his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

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

by any means and his arms,

want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were

again, the man and his partner backing up

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

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

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

haven’t seen a wolf around this area in ages.It’s just been the two of us in

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

be a trap and more rogues

again, her eyes scanning the

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

allows herself to

the man comments,

less one

a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

by the

this is my best friend, uh…what’s