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.

as I rake my

at me and I howl as

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

today and neither are you. Run

do what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting

we roll over and over, both of us scratching and clawing at each other. Without knowing it, I rip through his stomach and dig

away as they lie

they aren’t

to keep tracking us,

another life, even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they

sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of

going to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled

pushed her aside and 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

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 to live.

I can

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

pain of my leg, searching for the small back

from an unsuspecting household. I open it and

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

and vulnerable. There’s such sadness in its eyes

mill rogue, at least not

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

created out

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

wiping up what blood I can. It whimpers but

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