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

inquire after me. I

in my

I just got a

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling sorry

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enter the forest and the scents change. I can only imagine

must be to smell the pine and birch, the moist

own wolf so I could

better. To see and smell and taste

to the world around me.

run as fast and as far

gasping for breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

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

circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely

a mile from the mansion

fast beat of something

An

of gray is

a huge wolf.

head to tail with darker

he’s even with me.

inquisitive twist of his head,

about

him an out when all

soul all its own, wrapped within Aaron.

of a being. Not

connection between.