Chapter 37
The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate
Winter POV I donât know what it is that finally woke me, whether itâs the throbbing headache I have or the strange burning sensation thatâs all over my body. Itâs intense and I swear itâs getting worse as the seconds pass by. I slowly got up, putting a hand to my head and I glanced down to see that all of my stab wounds were fully healed.
Thereâs no pain whatsoever as I move and I stagger to the entrance of my little cave, peering outside and promptly swearing. f**k.
How long have I been out for? Too long, Iâm guessing.
The last thing I remember is it being past sunset and then nothing. But I suspect itâs been more than a few hours since I passed out, not just because of my dry parched throat or growling stomach, but because itâs a full moon outside. Itâs been more than a goddamn day and itâs now my eighteenth birthday.
My legs buckle as the heat gets to excruciating levels, my body prone on the ground. Iâm helpless to stop the pain, tears welling in my eyes as I pray for it to stop, feeling like I might be dying, itâs that bad. No, Iâm not being melodramatic. I scream as my left leg suddenly moves and breaks. It looks like Iâm about to go through my first shift and all alone at that. I canât risk any wild animals hearing my screams in case it alerts them to my presence, so I whimper as my bones all begin to crack and break, adjusting themselves. Itâs the worst pain Iâve ever felt in my entire life and it seems like a lifetime. Iâm panting heavily, not sure Iâm going to make it without passing back out when suddenly the heat begins to subside and my bones stop moving. Is it over? I move everything experimentally and then, slowly, get to my feet, looking down to see I have paws! Well, tiny paws anyway.
Hello Winter, Iâm your woll Sabriel.
Iâve never been so excited about hearing another voice.
I like the name Sabriel, itâs beautiful, I tell her and she gives a little laugh, sounding pleased. She seemed to like the compliment.
Winter is just as beautiful for a beautiful girl such as yourself.
Sabriel, I really want to see what we look like. Is it safe to go to the stream? We can look at our reflection.
Everything is scarily in focus and I can see so far in the distance itâs like having my own personal binoculars attached to my face. I can smell so many different scents itâs hard to tell whatâs coming from what, almost like I have to unravel each one to determine it.
Itâs safe to go to the stream. There are only small animals around and there are no humans or other shifters. We wonât be in any danger.
It feels surreal walking on my paws and Iâm tentative, my paws sinking into the hard dirt earth as I make my way towards the little stream nearby. Once Iâm there, I peer into the water and see our reflection. I inhaled in shock.
Weâre beautiful Sabriel, l enthuse, looking at every single detail in awe. Our fur is silver but it shimmers and glistens, something I havenât seen before in other wolves. Iâm silver all over except for my paws, which are white and just as shiny. Sabriel fairly preens at my compliments.
Thereâs only one thing that concerns me and Iâm hesitant to bring it up to Sabriel, but I have to know.
Weâre smaller than most wolves. In fact, the only way to describe it is that weâre a runt. Thereâs no other polite way to say it.
I hadnât been expecting that and I wonder why Iâm so small, Is it because Iâm so malnourished or have something to do with all the abuse Iâve had to put up with over the years?
Ver I asked and I sensed Sabriel, why are we so small? I thought we would at least be as big as the average wolf sadness emanating from her.
Iâm a representation of you Winter. At the moment, weâre small because thatâs how you feel. Once youâve accepted yourself for who you are and believe in what you are capable of, you will grow. Being a runt doesnât make us any less powerful, she adds, and I give a small nod, although Iâm disappointed. It was my fault we were so little and ! canât help but feel slightly down about it.
Winter stop stressing about it. We are perfect no matter what.
I know itâs just thatâ¦
Stop comparing us to other wolves! We are unique, beautiful and a hell of a lot smarter than most, she tells me and I snort, unable to help myself. My Wolf is sassy and has an outgoing personality, as opposed to my introverted one.
Now how about we get this gorgeous body of ours moving and go for a run? Youâll get tired after that, so I suggest spending one more night in the cave before we set off in search of a pack. What do you say?
Hell yes I want to go for a run. I canât think of anything better. I start to run, my paws avoiding broken twigs and leaves, leaping over branches. The trees passed by in a blur and I let out a small howl, giving in to my wolf instincts. I smell a deer nearby and followed it, tackling it to the ground. This is where it gets a bit gross and I start to eat it raw in my wolf form, my stomach so hungry that Iâve eaten a fair bit before I realize what Iâve done. My animal instincts had completely taken over and, without consciously trying, I let Sabriel take the driverâs seat.
You did well, she compliments me and I grin and settle back to watch as she dashes through the trees towards the cave, stopping every so often to sniff and track a scent. Iâm not in a hurry to get back, this is too much fun, but eventually, we end up back at the beginning of our run and Sabriel reluctantly lets me have control again. This time!
have no idea what to do.
Picture yourself as a human. From your hair color, to your eyes, all the way down to your toes Winter.
Picture it clearly in your mind. Everything that makes you unique.
I form a picture in my mind, imagining myself and hear my bones cracking and shifting. This time itâs merely uncomfortable, thank goodness, instead of painful and in no time Iâm in my human form and standing there. I shivered and looked down with a groan. I was completely naked. Iâd shredded my clothes when I shifted. Damnit, I should have thought about that. Sabriel sounds calm.
You wonât feel the cold so much now that you have a wolf. Go to sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, weâll go for a quick run and steal some clothes from someoneâs washing line or something. Weâll work it out.
That sounded like a plan. I feel myself yawning even though Iâve spent a day unconscious and head towards the back of a cave. Itâs going to be uncomfortable, but right now my body needs to recover while I sleep. I closed my eyes.
Goodnight Sabriel.
Goodnight Winter.