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.

due to the silver and I will forever be reminded

and let out

me in a state of near panic and anger, and tries to calm me

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head

Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so broken?” She shakes her head at me and forces a

“You’re not broken.”

are we

nearly growl at her, pulling away from

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She

worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the only person who had ever loved

I sigh, hanging my head

mean “ She holds her

gestures to

those wounds

holding perfectly still as she tapes me up.She

I said,” I

not that,” she wipes her

what that…that monster did

fine,” I

was just a

to the s-shaped burn

I stare at the raw skin, still

had marked me as a Scarlet Haven wolf but it pleased me to know

matching one too,” I laugh

cleaning me up

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

but at least the

a few of the cuts on my

Seattle and we board the

traveling by bus and ferry, Agnes and

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

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

however, struggle to get any sleep,

and

find a job soon if I wanted to give Agnes a

stirs in my head and groans, wanting

had almost been two weeks since my last shift and he needed to stretch out his legs.I roll over onto my side

grin and

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

my back and I turn to see a small light brown wolf bow playfully at

Agnes, her wolf, Cynthia, is

make up

see and smell far better

being set free and she tugs at my shirt to

my clothes, inspecting my almost healed

wolf, his metallic fur gleaming under the last of the

mind, but

of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly driving me mad.I could even see

bombarded by random thoughts, unable to even sleep

could not keep their thoughts 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 mental

of the end of our

he only

into a catatonic state for a few hours and

the reins to my body and allow him to enjoy a tiny

and the two race through the trees, jumping over stones and

out from their sprint, the two make their way to a

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

mind wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the trees

senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the air for

the rustling and see two wolves emerge from

stare curiously at Cynthia and I while the smaller grey wolf

taking a protective stance

wolf backs away and shifts into a man, no more than 30 years old

and his arms, chest and stomach

says, his “We were just on a run and heard you, that’s

and his partner backing

and sits on his hind

smaller wolf shifts into a cute woman with a pixie cut and

be new here,” the man continues awkwardly, rubbing

area in ages.It’s

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

be a trap and more

air again, her eyes scanning the area for

that there are none, she licks my cheekbone to

in case of an attack as

danger, Cynthia allows herself to

seen a silver wolf before,” the

one without

gives me control again, completely bored with

the

my best friend, uh…what’s left of