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.

me. I turned over

and saved in my

I just got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling

3/4

the forest and the scents change. I can

pine and birch, the moist earth

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could

To see and smell and

the world around

as fast and as far

was gasping for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines

me is a circle of life

from the mansion when I

a heavy, fast beat of

An

gray is familiar.

a

from head to tail with darker tones along his chest

he’s

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

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

him an out when all he can do is

separate-a soul all

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

connection between.