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

and let out

state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head at

am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and forces a smile

“You’re not broken.”

are we

at her, pulling

because I’m worthless! She bites her lips,

I worthless

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

I sigh, hanging my

mean “ She holds

she gestures to the

get those wounds

up.She whimpers to herself as she

said,” I apologize and she forces a

it’s not that,”

look at what that…that monster did

I

just a few

s-shaped burn on my

the raw

but it pleased me to know

got a matching one too,” I laugh

me up

and I thank

aches in the morning but at least the bruises on my face and

the cuts on my back before we

Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

traveling by bus

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

Agnes and I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

any sleep, my mind reeling over our

still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed to call

head and groans, wanting to go out

weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find

and

to the nearby forest and after a quick

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia,

make up for the hearing

could see and smell far better than I

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and she

remove my clothes,

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

I knew my abilities were related to the mind,

first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices

constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

could not keep 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 mental

of the end

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

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

someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my

through the trees, jumping over

out from their sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to drink

swimming around lazily

to oblivion when I hear rustling in

and sticks her nose

of the rustling and

at

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

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

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

man says, his “We

the man and his partner backing up a

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

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

area in ages.It’s just

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

a trap and

air again, her eyes scanning the area

licks my cheekbone to give

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to

herself to be pet and scratched by

before,” the man comments,

less one

me control

Micah, by the way,” he

friend, uh…what’s