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.

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

and let out my frustrations on the

in a state of near panic and anger,

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head

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

“You’re not broken.”

why are

nearly growl at her, pulling

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips,

worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who

sigh, hanging my

“ She holds her

gestures to the

get those

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

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,” I

not that,”

what that…that monster

fine,” I

just a few

points to the s-shaped burn on

raw

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

matching one too,” I

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the

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

the morning but at least the bruises on my

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

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

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded by

a small motel on the outskirts of the

any sleep,

us and it would be plenty for a deposit on

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

in my head and groans, wanting

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

grin and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes

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

her wolf, Cynthia,

however, make up for the

see and smell

set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

my clothes, inspecting my

silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

related to the mind, but the extent

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

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

recesses of

of the end

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

for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her

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

bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones

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

around

wander to oblivion when I

also senses a disturbance and sticks her

of the rustling and see two

curiously at

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling

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

not buff by any means and

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

the man and his partner backing up

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

woman with a pixie cut

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the back of his

haven’t seen a wolf around this area in ages.It’s just been the two of us

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

this could all be a trap and more rogues were

the air again, her eyes scanning

my cheekbone to give me the

vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

Cynthia allows herself to be

the

less one without a

me control again, completely bored with the

by the way,” he

friend, uh…what’s