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.

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

as I fall off and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as I feel it’s jaws clench down on

the ground. I’m a goner. There’s no way I can take them out now.

and neither

the pain as I do what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me to attack and I easily thrust

into the tree, snapping and biting at it in desperation. It bites back and we roll over and over, both of us

as I drag them through, rolling over and away as they lie

and know they

it Winter, we can’t afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel

taking another life, even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they used to be a shifter like me. How could

doing what their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I

get you killed, Sabriel

moving. It’s in a great deal of pain and, from

I can’t. They are

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

are their lives forfeit just because they are rogues? Everyone

I can

Winter, but don’t say I didn’t

of my leg, searching for

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

looking for, a shirt that I tear into long strips

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

an ordinary run of the mill rogue, at least not

out as it gives me a low growl, its head staring at

created out of the

will and it seems to eye me for a moment and then

against the wound, wiping up what blood I can. It whimpers