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

you, you should have killed that

it alone, Sabriel, besides there’s more than

no chance against them. Not

pack after all then, we

to live, you know. It’s not like I have

Thank god, I’m already in wolf form, because several rogues step

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

they all look mangy and thin, as though they are

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

run.

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

Duck

goes flying overhead. It turns and I stop in my tracks as

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

to get free. God, the pain is excruciating

You need to haul your ass before we become dinner for these

you think I’m

doing a

 over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely sure and I’m not about

depends on it.

rogues and, thankfully, leaving my sorry ass behind. I watch wide-eyed as the fight turns into chaos,

extremely hungry.