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.

a moment as I rake my claws against their back. They howl

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

one off the ground. I’m a goner. There’s

not dying today and neither are you. Run and tackle it into

scream at the pain as I do what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me to attack

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

rolling over and away as they

they aren’t dead

for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel

even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they used to be a shifter like me.

fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the idea of killing something that is

going to get you killed, Sabriel

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

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

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

they are rogues?

when I can avoid

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

limping, biting my lip against the pain of my leg, searching for the

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

long strips

open, uncaring that I’m naked and vulnerable. There’s such sadness in

of the mill rogue, at least not like I’d

holding my arms out as it gives me a low

created out of the

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

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