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.

phone. My dad hasn’t called.

or to inquire after me. I turned over every dollar

and saved in my

I just got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry for

3/4

the forest and the scents

must be to smell the pine and

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could

and taste

connection to the

I’d run as fast and

gasping for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

the breaks in the

thing around me is a circle of life

mile from the mansion when I hear

a heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding the

Love: An

flash of gray

is a

darker tones along his

He runs until he’s even with me.

of his head, his wolf’s

of me wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the

an out when all he

all its own, wrapped

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

connection between.