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

rogue. I’m extremely

you should have killed that rogue

there’s more than one coming towards

no chance against them.

pack after all then, we have

want to live, you know. It’s

god, I’m already in wolf form, because

eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight.

all look mangy and thin, as though they are starving. Their jaws are pulled

I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of the

run.

to 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 to the

Duck

duck and a rogue goes flying overhead. It turns and I stop in my tracks as it lets out

me are catching up. He tackles me to

and biting me in a desperate attempt to get free. God, the pain

need to haul your ass before we

I’m trying

be fair, you’re not doing a very good

Are 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

my skinny ass depends

faster, pumping my little legs for all they are worth. I jump, several wolves from that side growling, launching themselves at the rogues and, thankfully, leaving my sorry

extremely hungry.