The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

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

find it? He’d have to search my room though. Had 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

chance of getting

smelt 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 the cave, swearing silently to myself as my body protests, all my muscles feeling like they are on fire. I might like the rain,

for any signs of wild creatures

seems to be clear and I relax slightly, still panting

being stabbed. Or

rain stops just like that and I crane my neck, seeing that the sun is beginning

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

supposed to know I was going to

and tears through it and I sigh. It was one of my favorites too. Just my luck. I

Damien

again. It’s best

my legs up slowly, wincing as pain reverberates through

muffled, my hands and legs feeling shaky and my body trembling

it my imagination or did the cave seem to be well, longer? The distance to the entrance or exit

away, but how

backwards against the wall with a thud.

task getting to the cave and at one point I 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 entrance. I’m in no position to run

thankfully, he has no interest in the cave whatsoever