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

takes everything in me not to shift and let out my frustrations on

state of near panic and anger, and tries

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head

am I so

“You’re not broken.”

are

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

me because I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her eyes full

worthless

the only person who had

hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds

gestures to

those wounds

tapes me up.She

said,” I apologize and

not that,” she

that…that monster

fine,” I reassure

just a

to the s-shaped burn on

you.” I stare at the raw skin, still red and burning from

pleased me to know my father had done

got a matching one

cleaning me up grocery bag and

comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

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

a few of the cuts on my

Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued to

traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive in Poulsbo in the late hours of

off the shores

the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

to get any sleep,

were still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it

job soon if I wanted

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go out

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

grin and she

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

brushes up against my back and I turn

Cynthia,

make up for

see and smell far better than I

twinkle with delight at being set free and she tugs at my shirt to

tree and remove my

my mother and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the day’s

for gifts, I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

a month after my first shift, I heard the never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see

constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable

under control and I locked him in the dark recesses of my mind for a while until I learned to stop the voices with a

the beginning of the end

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only

her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

hand Grayson the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a

two race through the trees, jumping over stones and stumps until their lungs

their way to a small stream to

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

oblivion when I hear rustling

a disturbance and sticks her nose in

the rustling and

larger wolf has dark brown fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and

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

away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing

means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered

don’t want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on

again, the man and his partner backing up a bit

Grayson relaxes and sits on

a pixie cut and several

be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

over to the female but Grayson blocks her

knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues were standing by

air again, her eyes scanning

she licks my cheekbone to give me the

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

herself to be pet and

never seen a silver wolf before,” the

less one without

gives me control

by the

friend, uh…what’s