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.

the silver and I will forever be reminded

to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture

me in a state of near panic and anger,

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head at

of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

nearly growl at her,

it! My own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her

worthless

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

I sigh, hanging

She holds her hands up and

she gestures

those wounds

perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,” I apologize and

not that,” she

what that…that monster

fine,” I

was just

the s-shaped burn on

branded you.” I stare at the raw skin,

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

a matching one too,” I

funny and continues cleaning me up grocery

I thank Moon

morning but at least the

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

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

bus and

on an island just off

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

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

and it would be

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

head and groans, wanting

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

and she

walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of

my back and I turn to see a small light brown

Cynthia, is

make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

free and

hide behind a tree and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf,

the mind, but the extent of my

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I

awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

recesses of my mind

beginning of the end of

me; he

for a few hours and I

Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny bit of freedom

her play bow and the two race through the

make their way to a small stream

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

I hear rustling

a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the rustling and see

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

protective stance in front of Cynthia and

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

by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

any trouble,” the man says, his

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off

wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut

here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

in ages.It’s

and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make of the

all be a trap and more

scanning the

none, she licks my cheekbone to

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

herself to be pet and scratched

a silver wolf before,” the man comments,

one without

control again,

by the

this is my best friend, uh…what’s