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.

and surprising it for a moment as I rake my

nipping at me as I fall off and roll over. It leaps at

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.

pain. I’m not dying today and neither are

but the rogue

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

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

they

Winter, we can’t afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells

upon a time, they used to be a

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

get

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

kill them, Sabriel, rogue or not, I can’t. They are in no condition to continue

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

rogues? Everyone deserves a chance to

life when I

Winter, but don’t say I didn’t

against the pain of my leg,

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

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

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

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

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

out

think to myself, praying they will and it

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