Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I’m groggy.

My head is swimming and even though I blink to clear my eyes, it’s hard to see.

I’m still in the truck.

I’m in the back seat. My hands and ankles are bound.

I try to sit up.

The motion makes me nauseous but I go slowly and peek out the window. I have no idea where I am. The woods, somewhere, but not a place I’ve been before.

There’s a clearing and between the headlights and the moonlight, I can make out the edge of a forest.

There are rows and rows of trees in perfectly spaced rows. Like this area had been harvested for hardwoods at some point. It must have been a long time ago. They replanted only pines, which makes sense, because they’re quicker to grow for timber. The last harvest must have been some time ago, because the trees have grown substantially, and they’re probably not too far off from being cut down again.

I don’t see Brian.

I tear at the cuffs on my wrist. They’re metal, quite possibly lined with silver, and I can’t slip my wrists free.

ankles have the same shackles. Running will

Brian’s height, and I stay ducked down. I want to lock

the middle console, in the compartment in the door. I feel around on the floorboard, hoping, praying he

and short of driving out of

way to

but this grove of trees for as

see.

you’re awake. Splendid. Let’s get this party

the other side of the truck, grinning through the glass

at me.

shrink back in horror and slam

his keys

slam the

his fist through the window. I scream as the glass shatters and rains down on

grabs my arm, hauling me across

Your pack will conduct the formal burial ceremony, and the collective power your father possessed

someone challenges, Liam.”

you’re right