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

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

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

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

I do what she says but the rogue

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

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

know they

them to keep tracking us, Sabriel

even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they used to

or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate the

compassion is going to get you killed, Sabriel

great deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live but take hours to heal. Hours I could use to get

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

alone and get away.

They’ll kill someone else.

rogues? Everyone deserves a

I can

but don’t say I didn’t warn

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

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

long strips as the rogue watches me, clearly

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

mill rogue, at least not like I’d imagined them

a low growl, its head staring at me as

created out of the

and it seems to eye me for a moment and

wiping up what blood I can. It whimpers