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.

cuts and burn will scar permanently due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of

me not to shift and let out

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head at

of this s**t! 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 away from

disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes

I worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had

sigh, hanging my head in

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands up

she gestures to

get those wounds

she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

don’t mean what I said,” I apologize and

it’s not that,” she wipes her

what that…that

fine,” I reassure

was just a

s-shaped burn on

stare at the raw

it pleased me to know my

okay.Caine got a matching

up grocery bag and heats up

I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

aches in the morning but at least

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

board the large

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of the

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

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

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a

soon if I wanted to give Agnes

my head and groans, wanting 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

grin and she

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey

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

Cynthia, is

up for

smell far better than I

at being set free and she

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

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

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

random thoughts, unable to even sleep

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

the beginning of the end

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

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

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, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

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

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

mind wander to oblivion when I hear

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for a

direction of the rustling and

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

is on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

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

and his

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

man and his partner backing up a

away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his

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

here,” the man continues

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

and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson

all be a trap and more rogues were standing by to

her eyes scanning the area

my

an attack as Cynthia inches

to be

seen a silver wolf before,” the man

one

a reply and gives me control again, completely

by the way,”

this is my best friend,