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.

silver and I will forever be reminded of what Caine and Sara did

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

trip, finding me in a state of

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my head at

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

“You’re not broken.”

why are

growl at her,

I’m worthless! She bites her lips, her

worthless then

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

hanging my head

“ She holds her hands up

gestures to

get those

me up.She

said,” I apologize and she forces a

that,” she wipes her

look at what that…that monster

I reassure

was just a few

points to the s-shaped burn

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

but it pleased me to

a matching one too,” I

cleaning me up

eat in comfortable silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on

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

few of the cuts on my back before we check out

the large Greyhound bus, Agnes

a day of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I

small town nestled on an island just off the shores of the state,

of the sleepy town, both of us eager

struggle to get any sleep, my mind reeling

on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for

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

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to

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

and she

the short walk to the nearby forest and after a quick survey of the area, I

a few minutes, a snout brushes up against my back and I turn to see

Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the hearing

and smell far better than I

free and she tugs at my shirt to

my clothes, inspecting

also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last

were related to the mind, but the extent of my strength

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

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts,

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

the beginning of the end of our

to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles

her mind, she would go into a catatonic state for a few hours and I couldn’t bear to see

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

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

make their way to

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays out

to oblivion when I hear rustling in

sticks her nose in the air

of the rustling and see

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

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

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

any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

any trouble,” the man says, his “We were

growls again, the man and his partner backing up

are far enough away, Grayson relaxes and sits on

a pixie cut and several

continues awkwardly, rubbing the

around this area in ages.It’s just

to the female but

this could all be a trap and more rogues were

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

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

in case of an attack as

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet and scratched by

the man comments, his eyes

one without a

gives me control

the way,”

this is my best friend, uh…what’s