Chapter 38


    Chapter 38


    Winter POV


    I’m running in wolf form, as fast as my little legs can carry me, grateful for the speed that I possess.


    The trees


    pass by in a blur and I easily jump over broken twigs and branches. I have to keep going, I can’t afford


    to stop. Not


    now.


    Keep running Winter Sabriel tells me urgently and I continue to do so, my nose picking up a horrid


    scent of rotten


    eggs and meat, wrinkling my nose in disgust. The scent is overwhelmingly familiar and I begin to feel


    slightly


    panicked as I start to run even faster.


    How close is the rogue?


    He’s gaining on us fast Winter. I don’t think we’re going to outrun it. We’re going to have to turn and


    fight.


    But I haven’t practiced much, Sabriel, I don’t know if we can take them. I don’t know how to fight!


    We have no choice, Winter, now turn around before he tackles you!


    I turned and jumped neatly to the side in time to avoid the rogue which had jumped to tackle me from


    behind. I stare. It’s thin, mangy looking and malnourished, as though it’s been a long time since, it’s had


    a long time since theyst ate. Its eyes are a crimson blood color and it’s a dark gray color, much like a


    normal wolf. It’s drooling as it snarls


    at me and I flinch, staring into it’s eyes, my whole body tensed as I wait for the inevitable attack. I feel


    slightly sorry


    for it, which annoys Sabriel.


    Jump. Attack first Winter.


    Ijump,nding on it and surprising it for a moment as I rake my ws against their back. They howl and


    then I


    feel them nipping at me as I fall off and roll over. It leaps at me and I howl as I feel it’s jaws clench


    down on my leg,


    effectively breaking it. I know they’re trying to make me helpless and I get to all fours, whimpering


    slightly as I’m forced to keep one off the ground. I’m a goner. There’s no way I can take them out now.


    But Sabriel refuses to let me give up. Urging me to continue to fight.


    Fight through the pain. I’m not dying today and neither are you. Run and tackle it into the tree.


    I almost scream at the pain as I do what she says but the rogue isn’t expecting me to attack and I


    easily thrust it


    back into the tree, snapping and biting at it in desperation. It bites back and we roll over and over, both


    of us scratching and wing at each other. Without knowing it, I rip through his stomach and dig my


    ws in as hard as


    can as I drag them through, rolling over and away as they lie there, not moving. I can see their chest


    heaving up and


    down and know they aren’t dead yet.


    Finish it Winter, we can’t afford for them to keep tracking us, Sabriel tells me, and I hesitate. I can’t bear


    to think


    of taking another life, even a rogues. After all, once upon a time, they used to be a shifter like me. How


    could I me


    them for doing what their nature demanded of them? It wasn’t fair or very sportsmanlike. Plus, I hate


    the idea of killing something that is so defenseless right now. They clearly aren’t going anywhere.


    Thatpassion is going to get you killed, Sabriel grumbled at me.


    I pushed her aside and concentrated on the rogue who was staring at me, not moving. It’s in a great


    deal of pain and, from the looks of it, it would live but take hours to heal. Hours I could use to get away.


    I can’t kill them, Sabriel, rogue or not, I can’t. They are in no condition to continue fighting. Let’s just


    leave them


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    alone and get away.


    They’ll kill someone else.


    Why are their lives forfeit just because they are rogues? Everyone deserves a chance to live. I refuse


    to end


    another’s life when I can avoid it.


    Fine. Do what you want Winter, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.


    I shifted and limping, biting my lip against the pain of my leg, searching for the small back pack I flung


    into the


    trees earlier before turning around. Another item I’ve stolen from an unsuspecting household. I open it


    and grab what


    I’m looking for, a shirt that I tear into long strips as the rogue watches me, clearly confused. I approach


    it slowly,


    hands open, uncaring that I’m naked and vulnerable. There’s such sadness in its eyes that it tugs at my


    heart. It


    doesn’t seem like an ordinary run of the mill rogue, at least not like I’d imagined them to be.


    I try holding my arms out as it gives me a low growl, its head staring at me as I show them the


    makeshift


    bandages I’ve created out of the shirt.


    Just let me help you I think to myself, praying they will and it seems to eye me for a moment and then


    lowers its


    head as I ce one against the wound, wiping up what blood I can. It whimpers but doesn’t try and do


    anything. I


    start to wrap up the wound, being as quick and as gentle as I can. Then I gave the wolf a gentle pat


    and stood up,


    moving back into it’s eyeline. Every step is excruciating and I know I’m going to have to take care of


    myself shortly as


    well, but a broken leg heals incredibly


    Staring directly into it’s startled eyes. I also grab some food that I have stolen and ce it next to them.


    They give


    it a wary sniff.


    I hope they eat the food, they look hungry., and then grab some clothes for myself and hastily get


    dressed,


    keeping an eye on the wolf the whole time. It would make sense for me to shift, but with a broken leg I


    want to walk


    normally for a bit and reserve my strength. I grab arge branch to use as a walking stick, cursing


    vehemently in my


    mind with each step as the wolf whines slightly behind me. I swear Sabriel rolled her eyes.


    See what you’ve started. Now the rogue is acting like a big baby and it’s your fault for caring for it like a


    pet!


    Leave it alone Sabriel, what’s done is done. Let’s just focus on getting out of here and you can continue


    to yell at


    meter, I tell her tiredly.


    She goes quiet as though realizing how fed up I sound. I wince as I begin to limp, the backpack


    securely on my


    back, pain shooting up my leg with every step. I nce over at my shoulder and see the rogue digging


    into the food


    and give a small smile. Perhaps I had treated it like a pet, but I’ve never been able to see an animal in


    pain and not


    help. Besides, who knew, maybe they would be grateful for me saving it and leave me alone. It can’t


    hurt to be optimistic, right? But I can’t help remembering its eyes and frown. Now that I think about it,


    they also seemed quite


    tall, not just for a rogue but for a shifter in general. I shrug it off but still feel uneasy. Never mind, right


    now, my main


    focus needs to be putting as much distance away from the rogue and myself before it starts to move


    again.