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.

and surprising it for a moment as I rake my

roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as

they’re trying to make me 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

dying today and neither are you.

says but

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

drag them through, rolling over and away as they lie there, not

know they

them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells me, and

once upon a time, they used to be a shifter like

It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea

get you killed, Sabriel grumbled

a great deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live

rogue or not, I can’t. They are in no condition to

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

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

I can avoid

but don’t say I didn’t

and limping, biting my lip against the pain of my

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

into long strips as the rogue watches me, clearly confused. I approach it

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

ordinary run of the mill rogue, at least not

it gives me a low growl, its head staring at

out of

you I think to myself, praying they will and it seems to eye

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

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