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, you should have killed that

besides there’s more than one coming

group Winter. We stand no chance against

nearby pack after all then, we have no

I kind of want to live, you know. It’s not like

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

me, snarling, their red eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight. I gulp. There’s at least half

thin, as though they

me and I roll, neatly

run.

and let out a howl at the pain, shaking them off as I continue 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 pack in

Duck

turns and I stop in my tracks as it lets

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

a desperate attempt to get free. God, the pain is excruciating and I finally threw him off me. Sabriel is impressed despite

close girl. You need to haul your ass before we become dinner for

think I’m trying to

doing a very good

I can. Are you Winter? Are you really?   over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely sure

depends

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 ass behind. I watch wide-eyed as the fight turns into chaos, wolves everywhere, springing and jumping, clawing and biting. It’s a bloodbath. I feel sorry for the rogues. In the end, they were still shifters,

extremely hungry.