Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

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.

of the

Maybe.

my cell phone. My dad

you or to inquire after me. I turned over every dollar

and saved in

just got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

to stop feeling

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forest and the scents change. I can

smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

I always wanted my own wolf

and taste and feel with such

connection to the world around me.

run as fast and as far as I

was gasping for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines through.

circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely

maybe a mile from the mansion when I hear

beat of something

Love: An

of gray is familiar.

a huge

tail with darker

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

to give him an out when all he can