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.

silver and I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara

shift and let out my frustrations on the

a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my

I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her, pulling away

disowned me because I’m worthless! She

worthless

I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever

hanging

“ She holds her

she gestures

get those wounds

as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

I said,” I apologize and she forces a

that,” she wipes

what that…that monster did to

fine,” I

was just

the s-shaped

I stare at the raw skin, still

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

matching one too,” I

me up grocery bag and heats

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

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

cuts on my back before we

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

nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo

town nestled on an island just off

I find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for

any sleep, my mind reeling

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

if I wanted

head and groans, wanting to go out for

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

grin and she nods

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

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for

and smell far better than I

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

my abilities were related to the mind,

a month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see their memories, their dreams,

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

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

the beginning of the end of

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

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

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 with

the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

their sprint, the two make their way

to cool off, swimming around lazily while

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

her nose in the

the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing

by any means and his

trouble,” the man says, his “We were

his partner backing up a bit

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

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

must be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

in ages.It’s just been the two

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

this could all be a trap and more rogues

the air again, her eyes scanning

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

of an attack as Cynthia inches closer

herself to be pet and scratched by

before,” the man comments, his eyes

less one without

reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

the way,”

this is my best friend, uh…what’s left of our