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.

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

to shift and let out my frustrations on the

me in a state of

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake

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

“You’re not broken.”

are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from her

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

I worthless then

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

sigh, hanging my head in

She holds her hands

she gestures to

those

still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each

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

that,”

at what that…that monster did

I

just

to the s-shaped burn on

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

marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the same to

okay.Caine got a matching one too,”

me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

and I thank Moon Goddess

but at least the bruises on my

of the cuts on my back before

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the window to watch the

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

off the shores of the state,

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

any sleep, my mind reeling over

money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

I wanted to give Agnes

head and groans, wanting

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

grin and

make the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses

minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see a small light

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

senses, however, make up for

could see and smell far better than I

at being set free and she tugs at my shirt

remove my

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

related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories,

random

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

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

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

powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping

their way to a

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

and sticks her nose

the rustling

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

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

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

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

don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

man and his partner backing up a

on his hind legs, never taking his

a cute woman with a pixie cut and

new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

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

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

eyes scanning

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

remain vigilant in case of an attack as

allows herself to be

wolf before,” the man

less one without

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

the way,”

this is my best friend,