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.

the silver and I will forever be

me not to shift and let out my frustrations

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

“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 on her

“You’re not broken.”

why are

growl at her, pulling

because I’m worthless! She bites her

worthless

insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

I sigh, hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

gestures

get those wounds

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

I said,” I apologize and

that,”

at what that…that

fine,” I

just a

to the s-shaped burn on my

branded you.” I stare at the raw skin,

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

matching

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

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

the morning but at least

a few of the cuts on my back before we

Seattle and we board the

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

outskirts of the

any sleep, my mind reeling over our

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit on a small

wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call her

groans,

his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently

and she nods

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

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

Cynthia,

however, make up for the

could see and smell

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to

behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices

bombarded by random thoughts,

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

of the

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

a few hours and I couldn’t bear to

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

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

their sprint, the two make their way to a

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

and sticks her nose

rustling and see

which stare curiously at Cynthia and

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

no more than 30 years old with

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

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

his partner

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his

into a cute woman with a pixie cut

here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

onto the shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

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

again, her eyes scanning

are none, she licks my cheekbone

and I remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

allows herself to be pet and scratched

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

one without

gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the way,”

friend,