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

or to inquire after me. I turned

and saved in my lifetime.

got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling

3/4

scents

the pine and

I always wanted my own wolf so I could

see and smell and taste and

to the world around

these trails. I’d run as fast and as far

breath and

I walk now.

Slowly.

at the

around me is a circle of life that is both

mile from the mansion

fast beat of something big, pounding

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of gray is familiar.

is a huge wolf.

with darker tones along his chest

He runs until he’s even with

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

about Jessica.

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

separate-a soul all

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

connection between.