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.

due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of what

everything in me not to shift and let out

a state of near panic and anger, and tries

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my

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

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

her, pulling away from

worthless!

worthless then

drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the

hanging my

“ She holds her hands up and

gestures to

those

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she

said,” I

that,” she wipes her

at what that…that monster did to

I reassure

was just

to the s-shaped burn on my

stare at the raw skin, still red and

wolf but it pleased me to know my father

a matching

continues cleaning me up

silence and I thank

but at least the bruises on my

on my back before we check

tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the

off the

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

to get any sleep, my

and it would be plenty for a deposit

a job soon if I wanted to give

head and groans, wanting to go

onto my side and find Agnes wide awake,

grin and she

quick survey of the area,

I turn to see a small light brown

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far better than

free and she tugs at my

my clothes, inspecting

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

my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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 a

was the beginning of the end of

me; he only growls

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 tiny bit of freedom

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

the two make their

swimming around lazily while Grayson

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the direction of the rustling and see two

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

an instant, taking a protective stance

larger wolf backs away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

and his

any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

the man and his

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on

into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

here,” the man continues awkwardly,

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

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

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

eyes scanning the area for any more possible

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing

Cynthia allows herself to be pet and

seen a silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring

one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely

the way,”

friend, uh…what’s left of