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

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

helpless and I get 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 to

the pain. I’m not dying today and neither are you. Run and tackle it

what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me

into the tree, snapping and biting at it in desperation. It bites back and we roll over and over, both of us scratching and clawing at each other. Without knowing it,

over and away as they lie there, not moving. I

they

afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells me, and I hesitate. I can’t

once upon a time, they used to be a shifter

very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that is so

get

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

not, I can’t. They are in no

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

rogues? Everyone deserves a chance

I

but don’t say I didn’t warn

of my leg, searching for the small back

before turning around. Another item I’ve stolen from an unsuspecting household. I open it and grab

a shirt that I tear into long strips as the rogue watches me, clearly confused. I approach it

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

an ordinary run of the mill rogue, at least not like I’d

holding my arms out as it gives me a low

out of

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

blood I can.