Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 12

perimeter. Everyone in this pack from the Alpha down to the lowest pack member must take a turn at patrolling

the property. We’re in an isolated area and his pack owns

hundreds of square miles of property with the whole western.

side flanking a state park, but we can never be too sure.

Humans are everywhere.

And so are enemy wolves.

I can’t shift and run the way the rest of the wolves here do, but I know the game trails well enough.

The fresh air fills my lungs carrying the scent of spring and fresh rain and lilacs. Those were my mother’s favorites, and I

planted them all around the main house.

Before I cut onto the southern trail, I turn back to the mansion.

It sits like a behemoth on the hillside, and in the distance

are rows and rows of neat little houses and cabins. Some

two hundred families live and work in this area and the

surrounding countryside. I wasn’t born here, but it feels like

home.

Most of the time.

Maybe.

my cell phone. My dad hasn’t called. Not to

you or to inquire after me. I turned over

saved in

got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling sorry

3/4

and the scents change. I can

it must be to smell the pine and birch, the

wanted my own wolf so I

better. To see and smell and

the world around me.

to run these trails. I’d run as fast and as far as I

breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in

a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely perfect.

maybe a mile from the mansion when

fast beat of something big,

An

of gray is

a huge

with darker tones along

He runs until he’s

an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression

rail about Jessica. To

to give him an out when all he can do is bark

separate-a soul all its own, wrapped within

of a being. Not having a wolf

connection between.