The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 38

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.

as I rake my claws against their back. They howl and

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

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

not dying today and neither are you. Run and tackle

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

desperation. It bites back and we roll over and over, both of us scratching and clawing at each other. Without knowing

and away as they lie

and know they aren’t dead

afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells

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

sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea

going to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled at

of pain

or not, I can’t. They

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

their lives forfeit just because they are rogues? Everyone deserves a chance to live. I

life when I can avoid

but don’t

my lip against the pain of my leg, searching

stolen from an unsuspecting household. I open it

shirt that I tear into long strips as the rogue

naked and vulnerable. There’s such sadness in

the mill rogue, at least

try holding my arms out as it gives me a low growl, its

out

will and it seems to

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

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