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 I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara

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

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head

I just talk? Why am I so

“You’re not broken.”

are we

her,

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

I worthless

insulted the

sigh, hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures

those

sink into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

I said,” I apologize and she forces

not that,”

what that…that monster did to

I reassure

just a few

s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin,

wolf but it pleased me to

matching one too,”

continues cleaning me up

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

the morning but at least the bruises on my face

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

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

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

small town nestled on an island just off

motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager

however, struggle to get any sleep, my

us and it would be plenty for a

just needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give

and groans, wanting to go

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

and she nods

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

my back and I turn

wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she

remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered,

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

thoughts under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the

of the end

to me; he only

would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear

might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my body and

two race through the trees, jumping over

from their sprint, the two make their way to a small

to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

when I hear rustling in the

disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

rustling and

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at

into a man, no more than 30

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

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

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

a cute woman with a pixie cut

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

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

female but Grayson blocks her

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

eyes scanning the area for any

my cheekbone to

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

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes

less one

reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

the way,”

best friend, uh…what’s