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.

at my cell phone. My dad hasn’t called.

to inquire after me. I turned over every dollar

saved in my

a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

stop

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enter the forest and the scents change. I can

be to smell the pine

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf

To see and smell and taste and feel with

to the world around me.

as

gasping for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where

circle of life that is

maybe a mile from the mansion when I hear the rumble.

beat of something big,

An

of gray

a huge

tail with darker tones along his

runs until he’s

bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s up?”

me wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the truth.

And I’m not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or growl or

all its

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

connection between.