The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 37

Winter POV

I don’t know what it is that finally woke me, whether it’s the throbbing headache I have or the strange burning

sensation that’s all over my body. It’s intense and I swear it’s getting worse as the seconds pass by. I slowly got up,

putting a hand to my head and I glanced down to see that all of my stab wounds were fully healed. There’s no pain

whatsoever as I move and I stagger to the entrance of my little cave, peering outside and promptly swearing. f**k.

How long have I been out for? Too long, I’m guessing.

The last thing I remember is it being past sunset and then nothing. But I suspect it’s been more than a few hours since I passed out, not just because of my dry parched throat or growling stomach, but because it’s a full moon outside. It’s been more than a goddamn day and it’s now my eighteenth birthday.

My legs buckle as the heat gets to excruciating levels, my body prone on the ground. I’m helpless to stop the

pain, tears welling in my eyes as I pray for it to stop, feeling like I might be dying, it’s that bad. No, I’m not being melodramatic. I scream as my left leg suddenly moves and breaks. It looks like I’m about to go through my first shift

and all alone at that. I can’t risk any wild animals hearing my screams in case it alerts them to my presence, so I

whimper as my bones all begin to crack and break, adjusting themselves. It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my entire

life and it seems like a lifetime. I’m panting heavily, not sure I’m going to make it without passing back out when suddenly the heat begins to subside and my bones stop moving. Is it over? I move everything experimentally and then, slowly, get to my feet, looking down to see I have paws! Well, tiny paws anyway.

Hello Winter, I’m your woll Sabriel.

I’ve never been so excited about hearing another voice.

I like the name Sabriel, it’s beautiful, I tell her and she gives a little laugh, sounding pleased. She seemed to like

the compliment.

as beautiful for a beautiful

want to see what we look like. Is it safe to go to the stream? We can

in the distance it’s like having my own personal binoculars attached to my face. I can smell so many different scents it’s hard to tell what’s coming from what, almost like I

each one

are only small animals around and there are

paws and I’m tentative, my paws sinking into

I peer into the water

beautiful Sabriel, l enthuse, looking at every single detail

before in other wolves. I’m silver all over

shiny. Sabriel fairly preens at my

and I’m hesitant to bring it up to Sabriel, but I have to know. We’re smaller than most wolves. In fact, the only way

that and I wonder why I’m so small, Is it because I’m so malnourished or

all the abuse I’ve had to put up with over the

Ver

asked and

would at least be as big as the

At the moment,

you are and believe in what you are capable of, you

powerful, she adds, and I give a small nod, although I’m disappointed. It was my fault we were so little and ! can’t help

it. We are

know it’s

to other wolves! We are unique, beautiful and a hell of

she tells me

help myself. My Wolf is sassy and

one.

You’ll get tired after that, so

run. I can’t think of anything better. I start to run, my paws avoiding broken twigs