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

inquire after me. I

saved in my lifetime.

I just got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

to stop feeling sorry

3/4

scents

it must be to smell the pine and birch, the

wanted my own wolf

and taste and feel

to the world around

as fast and as far as I could

was gasping for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

the smaller plants and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks

a circle of life that is

mansion when I hear the

heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding the earth.

Love: An

flash of gray is familiar.

a huge wolf.

to tail with darker tones along his chest

runs until he’s even with me.

and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s

rail about Jessica.

answer. And I’m not about to give him an out when

is separate-a soul all its own,

the other half of one’s self, or the primal spirit of a being. Not having a

connection between.