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.

beautiful for a beautiful girl such as

we look like. Is it safe to go to

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

unravel each one to

are only small animals around and there are no humans or other shifters. We won’t be in

I’m tentative, my paws sinking into the hard dirt earth as I

I’m there, I peer into

detail

seen before in other wolves. I’m silver all over except for my paws, which

shiny. Sabriel fairly preens

up to Sabriel, but I have to know. We’re smaller than most wolves. In fact, the only way to describe it is that we’re a runt.

I’m so

had to put

Ver

and

small? I thought we would at least be as big as the average wolf sadness

of you Winter. At the moment, we’re small because that’s

what you are capable of, you will grow. Being a runt doesn’t

adds, and I give a small nod, although I’m disappointed. It was my fault we were

it. We are perfect no matter

know it’s just

us to other wolves! We are unique, beautiful

she tells me

I snort, unable to help myself. My Wolf is sassy and has an outgoing

one.

You’ll get tired after that, so

for a run. I can’t think of anything better. I start to run,