The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 38

Winter POV

I’m running in wolf form, as fast as my little legs can carry me, grateful for the speed that I possess. The trees

pass by in a blur and I easily jump over broken twigs and branches. I have to keep going, I can’t afford to stop. Not

now.

Keep running Winter Sabriel tells me urgently and I continue to do so, my nose picking up a horrid scent of rotten

eggs and meat, wrinkling my nose in disgust. The scent is overwhelmingly familiar and I begin to feel slightly

panicked as I start to run even faster.

How close is the rogue?

He’s gaining on us fast Winter. I don’t think we’re going to outrun it. We’re going to have to turn and fight.

But I haven’t practiced much, Sabriel, I don’t know if we can take them. I don’t know how to fight!

We have no choice, Winter, now turn around before he tackles you!

I turned and jumped neatly to the side in time to avoid the rogue which had jumped to tackle me from behind. I stare. It’s thin, mangy looking and malnourished, as though it’s been a long time since, it’s had a long time since they last ate. Its eyes are a crimson blood color and it’s a dark gray color, much like a normal wolf. It’s drooling as it snarls

at me and I flinch, staring into it’s eyes, my whole body tensed as I wait for the inevitable attack. I feel slightly sorry

for it, which annoys Sabriel.

Jump. Attack first Winter.

it for a moment as I rake my claws against their back. They

me as I fall off and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as

to all fours, whimpering slightly as I’m forced to keep one off the ground. I’m a goner. There’s no way I can take them out now. But Sabriel refuses to let me give up. Urging me to continue

and neither are you. Run and tackle it into the

she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me to

we roll over and over, both of us scratching and clawing at each other. Without knowing it, I rip through his stomach and dig my claws in as hard

as I drag them through, rolling over and away as they lie there, not moving.

they aren’t dead

for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells

even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they used to be

their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of killing something

to get you killed, Sabriel

her aside and concentrated on the rogue who was staring at me, not moving. It’s in a great deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live but take hours to

not, I can’t. They are in no condition to continue fighting. Let’s just

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

lives forfeit just because they are rogues? Everyone deserves a chance to

when I

Do what you want Winter, but don’t say

shifted and limping, biting my lip against the pain of my

Another item I’ve stolen from an unsuspecting household. I open it and

tear into long strips as the rogue watches me, clearly

vulnerable. There’s such sadness in its eyes that it tugs

rogue, at least not like I’d imagined

as it gives me a low

I’ve created out of

let me help you I think to myself, praying they will and it seems to eye

the wound, wiping up what blood I can. It whimpers but doesn’t try