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.

and I will forever be reminded of what Caine and

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

state of near panic and anger, and

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my

so broken?” She shakes

“You’re not broken.”

why are we

growl at her, pulling away from

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

worthless

the only person who had ever loved me since

sigh, hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her hands

she gestures

get those

she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she cleans each

what I said,”

it’s not that,” she wipes her

look at what that…that monster did to

fine,” I

just a

points to the s-shaped burn

the raw skin, still

but it pleased me to know my father

matching one

me up grocery bag and

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

the cuts on my back before we check out

outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus,

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

an island just off the shores of the state, surrounded

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

any sleep, my mind reeling over

and it would

if I wanted to give

and groans, wanting to go out for

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

and she nods

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

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

her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

up for

and smell

free and she tugs

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

and father, Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the

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

every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving

being constantly bombarded by random thoughts, unable to

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

the beginning of the end of

speak to me; he only growls or grumbles in

go into a catatonic state for a few hours and

hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins to my

through

their sprint, the two make their way

swimming around

when I hear rustling in

sticks her nose in

the direction of the rustling and see two wolves emerge from the

blue eyes which stare curiously at Cynthia and I while

protective stance in front of Cynthia and growling at the

more than 30

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

his

growls again, the man and his partner backing

Grayson relaxes and sits on his hind legs, never taking

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

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

ages.It’s just been the two

to the female but Grayson blocks her path, still unsure what to make

be a trap

eyes scanning the area for

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

in case of an attack as Cynthia inches closer to

danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet

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

less one

me control again, completely bored with

by the way,” he

best friend, uh…what’s