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.

you should have killed that rogue back

alone, Sabriel, besides there’s

stand no chance against them. Not

to the nearby pack after

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

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

their red eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight. I gulp.

them and they all look mangy and thin, as

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

run.

canines piercing my back leg 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

Duck

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

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

free. God, the pain is excruciating and I finally

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

do you think I’m

not doing a very good job

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

skinny ass depends on it. Which it

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

extremely hungry.