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.

on it and surprising it for a moment as I rake my claws against their back. They

fall off and roll over. It leaps at me

they’re trying to make me helpless and I get to all fours, whimpering slightly as I’m forced to keep one off the

through the pain. I’m not dying today and neither are you. Run and tackle

but the rogue isn’t expecting me to attack

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

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

they aren’t dead

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

a time, they used to be

their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that is so defenseless right now.

to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled

me, not moving. It’s in a great deal of pain and, from the looks of

can’t. They are in no condition

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

just because they are rogues? Everyone deserves a

when I can

you want Winter, but

and limping, biting my lip against the pain of my leg,

before turning around. Another item I’ve stolen from an unsuspecting household. I

strips as the rogue watches me,

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

rogue, at least not

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

out

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

blood