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.

to the silver and I will forever be reminded of what

to shift and let out my frustrations on the furniture of the

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

“Sit down,” she pleads.

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

“You’re not broken.”

are

at her, pulling away from her

My own father disowned me because I’m worthless!

worthless

as I realize I’ve just insulted the

hanging my head in

didn’t mean “ She holds her

gestures to

get those wounds

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

mean what I said,” I apologize and she forces a

that,” she wipes

look at what that…that

I

just

the s-shaped

raw skin, still red

me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know my

matching one too,” I laugh

up grocery

silence and I thank Moon

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

redresses my hip and a few of the cuts on my

buy two tickets to Edmonds just outside of Seattle and we board the large Greyhound bus, Agnes glued

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

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

find a small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us eager to rest for a few

to get any sleep, my mind reeling over our

and it would be plenty for a deposit on a

if I wanted to give Agnes a warm

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to

needed to 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 to catch”Want

grin and

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

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

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is deaf

senses, however, make up for the

could see and smell far better than I

being set free and she tugs at

and remove my clothes, inspecting my almost healed wounds

Grayson is also a silver wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the

I knew my abilities were related to the mind, but the extent

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

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even

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

the beginning of the end

refuses to speak to me; he only growls or

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

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

responds to her play bow and the two race through the trees, jumping over

sprint, the two make their way to a

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

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

a disturbance and sticks her nose in

stare in the direction of the rustling and see

fur and deep blue eyes which stare curiously at

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

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

not buff by any means and his arms, chest and stomach are covered in

man says, his “We were

man and his partner backing up a bit

relaxes and sits on his hind legs,

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

continues awkwardly, rubbing

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

over to the female but Grayson

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

air again, her eyes scanning the area for any more possible

that there are none, she licks my

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

no danger, Cynthia allows herself to be pet

never seen a silver wolf before,” the man

one without a

reply and gives me control again, completely bored with

the way,”

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