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.

should have killed that rogue back

it alone, Sabriel, besides there’s more than

whole group Winter. We stand no chance against

guess we’re going to the nearby pack

to live, you know. It’s not like

behind me. Thank god, I’m already in wolf form, because several rogues

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

and thin, as though they are starving. Their jaws are pulled back and

I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of the

run.

pain, shaking them off as I continue to run. I’m small and agile, but they

Duck

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

catching up. He tackles me

the pain is excruciating and I finally threw

girl. You need to haul your ass

do you think I’m trying to

be fair, you’re not doing a very good job of

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

skinny ass depends

I run even 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 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

extremely hungry.