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

to see what we look like. Is it safe to go

having my own personal binoculars attached to my

each one to

only small animals around and there are no humans or other shifters.

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

stream nearby. Once I’m there, I peer into the water and see

Sabriel, l enthuse, looking at every single detail in awe. Our

I haven’t seen before in other wolves. I’m silver all over except for my paws, which

shiny. Sabriel fairly preens

only one thing that concerns me 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 to describe it is that we’re a runt. There’s no other polite way to say

that and I wonder why I’m so small,

I’ve had to put up

Ver

asked and I

at least be as big as

Winter. At the moment, we’re

you are and believe in what you are capable of,

less powerful, she adds, and I give a small nod, although I’m disappointed. It was

We are perfect no matter

it’s

wolves! We are unique, beautiful

she tells me

is sassy

one.

get this gorgeous body of ours moving and go for a run? You’ll get tired after that, so I suggest spending one more night in the cave before we set off in search of a

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