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

Had Johnathon felt my pain? Then again, guess he shouldn’t, not with our

a chance of

begins to rain outside and I sigh. I’ve always loved the rain and the way it made the pine seem even stronger when you 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

any signs of wild creatures coming close,

slightly, still panting from the pain, my

being stabbed.

I crane my neck, seeing that

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

a damn jumper on. How was I supposed to know I was going to need it? It

rips and tears through it and I sigh. It was one of my favorites

clothes. Damien would freak and then he’d

again. It’s best not to risk

and bring my legs up slowly, wincing

flare through me and i moan, muffled, my hands and

my imagination or did the cave seem to be

but how

my eyes tight, my head dropping backwards against the wall with a thud.

my eyes blearily looking towards the entrance. I’m in no position to run or fight off whoever is coming and I begin to shake. Please don’t let it

is, thankfully, he has no interest in the cave whatsoever and my head pounding and my

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