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 their

and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as I feel it’s jaws

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 me give up. Urging

today and neither are you. Run and

but the rogue isn’t expecting me to attack and I easily

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

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

know they aren’t dead

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

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

Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that

going to get you

in a great deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live but take hours to

rogue or not, I can’t. They are in

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

rogues? Everyone

when I

you want Winter, but don’t say

my leg, searching for the small back pack I flung

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

for, a shirt that I tear into long strips as the rogue

sadness in its eyes that it tugs at my heart.

seem like an ordinary run of the mill rogue,

low growl, its head staring at me as I show

created out of the

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

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