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

we look like. Is it safe

is scarily in focus and I can see so far 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

one

safe to go to the stream. There are only small animals around and there are no humans or

feels surreal walking on my paws and I’m tentative, my paws sinking into the hard dirt earth as I make

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

every single detail in awe. Our fur

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

shiny. Sabriel fairly preens at my

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

been expecting that and I wonder why I’m so

abuse I’ve had to

Ver

asked and

why are we so small? I thought we would at least be as big as the average wolf sadness emanating from

of you Winter. At the moment,

for who you are and believe in what you are

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

We are

know it’s

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

she tells me

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

one.

moving and go for a run? You’ll get tired after that, so I suggest spending one more

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