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.

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

shift and let out my frustrations on

of near panic

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head at

of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so

“You’re not broken.”

are we

nearly growl at her, pulling

I’m worthless! She

worthless then

insulted the only person

hanging

She holds her

she gestures to the

get those

up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

I said,”

that,”

that…that monster did to

fine,” I reassure

was just

s-shaped burn on my

you.” I stare at the raw skin, still

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

okay.Caine got a matching

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not

but at least

redresses my hip 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 watch the

traveling by bus and

just off the shores

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

any sleep,

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

find a job soon if I wanted to give

groans, wanting to go out for

my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her

grin and she nods

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

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

up

could see and smell far

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

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day’s

for gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even to

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

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned

of the end of

he only growls

state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her go so numb and

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

to her play bow and the two race through the

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

in to cool off, swimming around

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling

her nose in

in the direction of the rustling and see two wolves

blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks

in an instant, taking a protective stance in

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

but not buff by any means and

bud, we don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you,

his

and sits on his hind

shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of

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

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

a trap and more rogues

air again, her eyes scanning the

are none, she licks my cheekbone

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the she-wolf’s

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched

wolf before,” the

one without

me control again,

the

friend,