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.

moment as I rake my claws against their

roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as

it. I know 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.

the pain. I’m not dying today and neither

says but the rogue isn’t expecting

and biting at it in desperation. It bites back and we roll over and over, both of us scratching

as I drag them through, rolling over and away as they lie there, not moving. I can see their chest

they

them to keep tracking us, Sabriel

upon a time, they used to be a shifter like me.

what their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea

to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled at

and concentrated on the rogue who was staring at me, not moving. It’s in a great deal of pain and, from

kill them, Sabriel, rogue or not, I can’t. They are

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

they are rogues? Everyone

I can avoid

want Winter, but

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

Another item I’ve stolen from an unsuspecting

that I tear into long strips as the

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

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

holding my arms out as it gives me a low growl, its head staring at me as I show them the

out of

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

what blood I can. It

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