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.

for a moment as I rake my claws

I fall off and roll over. It leaps at

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

through the pain. I’m not dying today and neither are you.

do what she says but the rogue

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

through, rolling over and away as they

and know they

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

time, they used to be

Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that

going to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled

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

kill them, Sabriel, rogue or not, I can’t. They are in no condition to continue fighting. Let’s just

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

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

I can

what you want Winter, but don’t say I didn’t warn

pain of my leg, searching for the small back pack I

earlier before turning around. Another item I’ve stolen from

tear into long strips

uncaring that I’m naked and vulnerable. There’s such sadness in its eyes that it tugs at my heart.

seem like an ordinary run of the mill rogue, at least not like

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

I’ve created out

you I think to myself, praying they will and it seems to eye me for a moment

I place one against the wound, wiping up what blood I can.