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 time.

Maybe.

My dad hasn’t

inquire after me.

and saved in my lifetime.

just got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling

3/4

the forest and the scents change. I can

pine and birch, the moist

own wolf

better. To see and smell and taste and

to the

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

breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where

around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting

mansion when

fast beat of something big,

Love: An

flash of gray is

is a

with darker tones along his chest

He runs until he’s

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression

to rail about Jessica. To demand the

not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or growl or yip.