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.

due to the silver and I will forever be reminded of

in me not to shift and let out my frustrations

state of near

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head at

I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and forces

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her, pulling

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

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures to the

get those

tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize she’s

what I said,”

not that,” she wipes her

at what that…that monster did to

I reassure

was just

to the s-shaped burn

you.” I stare at the raw skin,

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

matching

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag

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

least the bruises on my face and chest are

on my

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

day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

just off the shores of

outskirts of the

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would be plenty for a

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

groans, wanting

roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake,

and she nods

after a quick survey of the area, I guard Agnes while she undresses behind

I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow

Cynthia, is deaf and

make up

could see and smell

being set free and she tugs at my shirt to join

remove my clothes,

silver wolf, his

related to the mind, but the extent of my

the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered,

bombarded by random thoughts,

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

the beginning of the

to speak to me; he only

go into a catatonic state for a few

my powers in years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their

out from their sprint, the two make their

around lazily while

I hear rustling in the trees

and sticks her

the rustling and

which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf looks frightened and hides

an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

than 30 years old with dark brown

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

the man says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

growls again, the man and his partner backing up a

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

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

man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

female but

this could all be a trap and more

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

there are none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

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

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by the

the man

one

and gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the way,” he

my best friend, uh…what’s