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

in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake

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

worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full of

I worthless then

from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever

hanging my

She holds her hands up

gestures to the

get those wounds

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

mean what I said,” I apologize and

it’s not that,” she

that…that monster did to

fine,” I reassure

just

to the s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin, still red

wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done the

matching one too,”

up grocery bag and heats up the food in

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

in the morning but at least the

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

and 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

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

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

get any sleep, my mind reeling

Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty

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

in my head and groans, wanting to go out for

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

grin and she

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

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

make up

smell far better than I

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under

were related to the mind, but

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 see their memories, their

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my

beginning of the end of our

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

two make their way to a small stream to

to cool off, swimming around

when I

and sticks her

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge

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

instant, taking a protective stance in

more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing

and his arms, chest and stomach are

man says, his “We were

growls again, the man and his partner backing

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

with a

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

in ages.It’s just been

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

knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues

air again, her eyes scanning the area for

are none, she licks my cheekbone

case of an attack as

Cynthia allows herself to be pet

before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring

less one

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

Micah, by the

my best friend,