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.

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

and let out

from her trip, finding me in a state of near panic and

“Sit down,” she pleads.

I shake my head at

so

“You’re not broken.”

why are

at her, pulling

worthless! She

worthless

blood drains from as I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had

sigh, hanging my head

didn’t mean “ She

she gestures to

those wounds

bed, holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

sorry.I don’t mean what I said,” I

that,”

at what that…that

I

just

points to the s-shaped burn on my

the raw skin, still red

pleased me to

got a matching one too,”

very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up

silence and I thank Moon

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

on my back before we check out

we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to

but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

on an island just off the shores of

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

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

my head and groans, wanting to go out

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

and

and after a quick survey of the

against my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf and

however, make up for

see and smell far better than I

green eyes twinkle with delight at being set free and

tree and remove my clothes, inspecting

wolf, his

to the mind, but the extent of my strength was

I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I

awful being constantly bombarded by random

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

of the end of our

me; he only growls or grumbles in annoyance

few hours and I couldn’t bear to see her go so numb and

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

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

their way to a small

in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

to oblivion when I hear rustling

sticks her nose in the

of the rustling and see two wolves

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

his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in

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

by any means and his

says, his “We were

and his

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

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

man continues awkwardly, rubbing the

wolf around this area in ages.It’s

but Grayson

knew, this could all be a trap

eyes scanning

none, she licks my cheekbone to give me the

an attack as Cynthia inches closer to the couple,

allows herself to be pet

a silver wolf before,” the man comments,

one without

gives me control again, completely bored with the

by the way,” he

is my best friend, uh…what’s left of our