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

in me not to shift and let

trip, finding me in a state of near panic

“Sit down,” she pleads.

talk.” I shake my

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

“You’re not broken.”

are

at her, pulling away

worthless!

I worthless then

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

I sigh, hanging

sorry.I didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures

those wounds

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each wound and I realize

said,”

not that,”

look at what that…that monster

I

was just a few

the s-shaped burn on my

at the raw skin, still red

as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me

matching one too,” I

doesn’t find it very funny and continues cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in paper

and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone

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

cuts on my back before we check out and

Seattle and we board the large

of traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and I arrive

just off the shores of the state, surrounded by trees and

of the sleepy town, both of us eager

struggle to get any sleep, my

and it

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

head and groans,

stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side and find Agnes wide awake, staring silently at the ceiling.I throw a pillow at her

and she nods

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

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

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

make up for the

smell far

set free and she tugs at my

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds before

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

 

mind, but

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

was awful being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

beginning of the

now, he refuses to speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

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

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

play bow and the two race through the

two make their way to a small stream to

off, swimming around lazily while Grayson lays

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees directly behind

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose

stare in the direction of the rustling and see two

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

on his feet in an instant, taking a protective stance in front

no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair and a piercing on his

is toned but not buff by any means and his arms,

want any trouble,” the man says, his “We were just on a run

the man and his partner backing

relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking his eyes off the

a cute woman with a pixie cut and several tattoos scattered across her

must be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

in ages.It’s just been the

shore and attempts to walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make

trap and more

eyes scanning

my cheekbone to give me the all

remain vigilant in case of an attack as Cynthia

to be pet and scratched

silver wolf before,” the

one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely

by the

this is my best friend, uh…what’s left

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