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.

moment as I rake my claws against their back. They

I fall off and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as I feel it’s jaws clench down on

fours, whimpering slightly as I’m forced to keep one off the ground. I’m a goner. There’s no way

dying today and neither are you.

the pain as I do what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me

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

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

know they aren’t

keep tracking us, Sabriel tells me,

After all, once upon a time, they used to be a shifter like me. How could I

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

is going to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled at

rogue who was 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. Hours I could use to

I can’t. They are in no condition to continue fighting. Let’s just

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

just because they are rogues? Everyone deserves a chance to live.

life when I can

but don’t say I

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

from an

I tear into long strips as

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

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

try holding my arms out as it gives me a low

out of the

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

as I place one against the wound, wiping up what blood I can. It