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 dad

to inquire after me.

saved in my

just got a

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry for

3/4

scents change.

must be to smell the pine and birch, the moist

always wanted my own wolf

smell and taste and

connection to the world around

as fast

was gasping for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where

around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely perfect.

a mile from the mansion

fast beat of something big,

An Alpha’s

gray is familiar.

a huge wolf.

with darker tones along his chest

runs until he’s even with

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

of me wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the

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

all its own, wrapped

self, or the primal spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself, I can’t really speak to

connection between.