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.

I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara

in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

finding me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to

“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 at me and forces a smile

“You’re not broken.”

are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

worthless

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

hanging my head

She

she gestures to

those

into the bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans

what I said,” I apologize and she forces

it’s not that,” she wipes her

look at what that…that monster did

I reassure

was just

s-shaped burn on my

at the raw skin, still red and burning

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

got a matching one too,” I

find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in paper

comfortable silence and I thank Moon

in the morning but at least the bruises on

my back

board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to the

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

nestled on an island just off the shores of

outskirts of the sleepy town, both

however, struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling over

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

just needed to find a job soon if I wanted to give

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go out

side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently

and she

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

back and I

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

make up for

and smell far better

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free

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

and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur

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

of every person I encountered, their inner

being constantly bombarded by random

him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop

beginning of

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

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

Grayson the reins to my

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

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

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

oblivion when I hear rustling

and sticks her nose in the

stare in the direction of the rustling

wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey

an instant, taking a protective stance

and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on

and his partner

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered

be new here,” the man continues

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

female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what

be a trap and more rogues were standing by to ambush

sniffs the air again, her eyes scanning the

licks my cheekbone

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple, sniffing the

allows herself to

seen a silver wolf before,” the man comments, his eyes admiring

one

grunts a reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

Micah, by the way,” he

this is my best friend, uh…what’s