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.

phone. My dad hasn’t

or to inquire after me. I turned

saved in

got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

stop

3/4

and the scents change. I can

it must be to smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

wanted my own wolf so I could

better. To see and smell and

connection to the world around me.

as fast and as far

for breath and

I walk now.

Slowly.

at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines through.

around me is a circle of life that is

maybe a mile from the mansion when I hear

fast beat of something big, pounding

Love: An

of gray is familiar.

is a huge

with darker tones along his chest

he’s

twist of

me wants to rail about Jessica. To

not about to give him an out

separate-a soul all its own,

told it’s the other half of one’s self, or the primal spirit of a

connection between.