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.

phone. My dad

after me.

and saved in my lifetime.

a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry

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the scents

smell the pine and birch, the moist

always wanted my own wolf

To see and smell and taste and feel with such

the world around me.

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

I was gasping for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun

is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so

maybe a mile from the mansion when I hear the rumble.

fast beat of something big, pounding the

An

of gray is familiar.

a huge wolf.

to tail with darker tones along his chest

until he’s even with me.

an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression

rail about Jessica. To demand the truth.

not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark