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.

as I rake my

and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl

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. I’m a goner. There’s no way I can take them out now. But Sabriel refuses to let

I’m not dying today and neither are

but

over and over, both of us

and away as they lie there, not

and know they aren’t dead

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

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

or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea

to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled

staring at me, not moving. It’s in a great deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live but take hours to heal.

I can’t. They are in no condition to

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

forfeit just because they are rogues?

I can

you want Winter, but don’t

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

from an unsuspecting household. I open

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

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

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

gives me a low growl, its head staring at me as I show them

created out

will and it seems to eye me for a moment and then lowers

up what blood I can. It whimpers but doesn’t try and do anything.