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 of what Caine and Sara did

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

of near panic and anger, and tries to calm

“Sit down,” she pleads.

shake my head

of this s**t! Why can’t I just talk? Why am I so

“You’re not broken.”

why are

at her, pulling away

own father disowned me because I’m worthless! She bites

worthless then

I realize I’ve just insulted the

sigh, hanging my head in

mean “ She holds her hands up and

she gestures to the

those

perfectly still as she tapes me up.She whimpers to herself as she

mean what I said,” I apologize and she

that,” she

that…that monster

fine,” I

just a few

points to the s-shaped

the raw skin, still red and burning from

pleased

a matching one too,”

cleaning me up grocery bag and heats up the food in

silence and I thank Moon Goddess I’m not alone on this

in the morning but at least the

cuts on my

the

and tiresome but after nearly a day of traveling by bus and ferry,

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

small motel on the outskirts of the sleepy town, both of us

get any sleep, my mind

still good on the money Gamma Wyatt gave us and it would be plenty for a deposit

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

stirs in my head and groans, wanting to go out

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

and she

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

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

Cynthia, is

however, make up for the hearing

and smell far

delight at being set free and she tugs at

remove my clothes, inspecting my

a silver wolf, his

to the mind, but the extent of my strength was a mystery even to

never ending thoughts of every person I encountered, their inner voices nearly

random thoughts, unable to even

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

beginning of the end of

he only growls or grumbles in annoyance on

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

years , too afraid I might hurt someone.I hand Grayson the reins

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

sprint, the two make their way to a small stream to

jumps in to cool off, swimming around lazily while Grayson

wander to oblivion when I hear rustling in the

also senses a disturbance and sticks her nose in the

stare in the direction of the rustling and

at Cynthia and I while

in an instant, taking a protective stance in front of Cynthia

no more than 30 years old with dark brown hair

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

man says, his “We

the man and his partner backing up a

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

a pixie

here,” the man continues

wolf around this area in ages.It’s

walk over to the female but Grayson blocks her

we knew, this could all be a trap and more rogues

air again, her eyes scanning the area for

my cheekbone to give me the all

attack as

allows herself to

before,” the man comments,

one without

grunts a reply and gives me control again,

by the way,”

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