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

It leaps at

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

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

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

bites back and we roll over and over, both of us scratching and

as they lie there, not moving. I can see their

they aren’t dead

can’t afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells me,

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

for doing what their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that is so

to get you

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

I can’t. They are in

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

are rogues? Everyone deserves

life when I can

you want Winter, but don’t say I

lip against the pain of my leg, searching for

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

tear into long strips as the rogue

I’m naked and vulnerable. There’s such sadness

the mill rogue, at least not

low growl, its head

I’ve created out of

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. It whimpers but doesn’t