The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 39

Winter POV

It’s been a few weeks now and both Sabriel and I are growing weary of being outdoors all the time and

continually looking over our shoulders. Not to mention avoiding packs and traveling solo.

Please, let’s go to the next territory, even if it’s just to eat and rest. I’m tired of sleeping outdoors.

You’re a wolf, Sabriel, all wolves do is sleep outside for heaven’s sake.

Just because I’m a wolf doesn’t mean/can’t appreciate a soft mattress once in a while.

You’re so spoiled.

I’m a princess Winter and princesses deserve to be pampered.

I’ll think about it.

The more I think about it, the more tempting it becomes. The pack’s not that far and to be honest, it would be

nice to eat something different for a change instead of hunting my food down. Then I feel Sabriel in the back of my mind, tentatively sniffing. My blood runs cold. I can smell the scent of rotten meat and eggs and there’s only one

thing that I can think of that makes that kind of smell. Rogues, several of them approaching. That’s worse than just

lonely rogue. I’m

you, you should have killed

alone, Sabriel, besides there’s more than one coming towards

a whole group Winter. We stand no chance against

to the nearby pack after all then, we

you

the crashing sounds behind me. Thank god, I’m already in wolf form, because several

eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight.

they all look mangy and thin, as

me and I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of the small

run.

run. I’m small and agile, but they are easily able to keep up with me and it’s going to be a battle to get

Duck

overhead. It turns and I stop in my tracks as it lets out a ferocious growl,

Great. The others behind me are catching up. He tackles me to the ground and we roll

pain is

is really close girl. You need to haul your ass before we become

I’m trying to

to be fair, you’re not doing a very

you Winter? Are you really?   over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely sure and I’m not about to look at their private parts to find out, running

skinny ass depends on it.

all they are worth. I jump, several wolves from that side growling, launching themselves at the rogues and, thankfully, leaving my sorry ass behind. I watch wide-eyed as the fight turns into chaos, wolves everywhere, springing and jumping, clawing and biting. It’s a bloodbath.

extremely hungry.