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

let out my frustrations

me in a state of near

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head

I so broken?” She shakes her head at me

“You’re not broken.”

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling

worthless! She bites her lips, her

I worthless then

just insulted the only person who had ever loved me since my

I sigh, hanging my head in

“ She

gestures to

get those

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

don’t mean what I said,” I

it’s not that,”

that…that monster

I

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on

I stare at the raw skin, still red

wolf but it pleased me to know my father had done

got a matching one

continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food

thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

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

the cuts on my back before we check out and head downtown

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued

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

off

outskirts of the sleepy town, both of

to get any sleep, my mind reeling

gave us and

find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a warm comfortable bed

stirs in my head and groans, wanting

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 silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her

and she

nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I

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

Cynthia, is deaf

however, make up for the

smell far better than

delight at being set free and she tugs

my clothes,

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming

abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery

ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

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

of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a mental

of the

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

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

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

race through the

their way to a small

cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out in the

oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened

an instant, taking a protective stance in front

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

toned but not buff by any means and his arms,

don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We

growls again, the man and his

and sits on his hind

woman with a pixie cut and several

new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back

in ages.It’s just

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

trap and

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

she licks my cheekbone to give

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches

herself to be pet

wolf before,” the man comments,

one without a

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored

by the

is my best friend,