The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Winter POV

The cave is small, dark and dank. It reeks of some sort of animal’s piss but it’s well hidden and camouflaged. I’m

fairly certain it’s not bear piss at any rate and, for all I know, the creature it belongs to has moved on. I lean against

the rough, hard, rocky edges and let myself slowly slip down to a sitting position, both my legs right in front of me. I can’t move, my shirt is plastered to my side where all the stabbing marks are and I feel hot, feverish all over. It still

stings even now and I slowly peel up my shirt to have a proper look. My eyes, thankfully due to my shifter genes, are

able to see quite well in the dark.

The blood has stopped dripping, thankfully, and from what I can see the wounds have started to scab over. I close my eyes in relief. If I’d had my wolf, the silver would have had an even bigger impact than it had. It’s cold in the

cave and I shiver slightly as I let my shirt fall back down. I’d bent down to drink from the stream and almost collapsed right there and then from the pain. My trail, however, has been hidden and I know I’m safe for a little while at least

before I need to move on.

I wonder what Damien’s doing, whether he’s even realized I’m missing yet. It’s been over an hour since school finished, so he should have some sort of inkling by now. I feel a moment of regret that I’m choosing to leave him like

this. I have written a note but I was supposed to leave it in the kitchen for him tomorrow and it’s safely tucked away

Johnathon felt my pain? Then again, guess he shouldn’t, not with our mate bond severed. That, I guess, is a small blessing in itself. It

a chance of getting

it and the soothing sounds as it hit the trees and the ground. Even when there was thunder, I’d always been fascinated. I inch back further into

stay there, keeping an eye out for any signs of

seems to be clear and I relax slightly, still panting from the pain, my eyes

being stabbed. Or

seeing that the sun is beginning to

few hours until it gets dark and that means it’s going

on. How was I supposed to know I

I sigh. It

to get spare clothes. Damien

sight again. It’s best not to risk

against the wall and bring my legs up slowly, wincing as

seems to flare through me and i moan, muffled, my hands and legs feeling shaky and my body trembling

be well, longer? The distance to the entrance or exit

how was

my head dropping backwards against the

was certain I wouldn’t make it and contemplated going back for help. The sound of twigs and leaves crunching beneath footsteps makes my head whip back up, my eyes blearily looking towards the

the cave whatsoever and my head pounding and

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