Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 275

The closer we get to the address where Karolina is situated, the more my wolf becomes agitated. I shift restlessly in the front seat of the SUV, wondering what’s going on with her.

It’s like she’s on high alert. Like we’re somehow trapped, or there’s some unseen danger, and we should be fleeing in the other direction.

I can tell James is also feeling similarly troubled as he parks the SUV just down the block from the abandoned house.

James had been right about this neighborhood.

Every house is in a sad, neglected state. Sagging roofs, broken windows, junk in the weed-choked yards and broken down, rusted cars.

Only some of the houses look like they’re even occupied. A lot of the houses look like they’ve been abandoned.

“Why is my wolf so-”

“Freaked out?” James finishes with a quick smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You should trust what she’s telling you, there’s danger nearby.”

“What do you mean?” I ask apprehensively.

That prickly leeling

need to get in and out as fast as possible, before they realize wolves have

the dread, checking my weapons before we

fear and the way my wolf is clawing at my insides to get out of here, I’m not going to

heard the stories from other wolves who’ve either narrowly escaped them, or heard

our existence, and if they ever come across us, they don’t

entire packs being wiped

mortal. Vampires… are

it’s nigh on impossible to kill something

likely the AI tech-otherwise why

down the block toward the

to every step we take, scanning my surroundings, scenting the air, my senses running

they ever have.

feel the true power of both my wolf and her Alpha status flowing through my veins like fire. But the reason for it-the danger we’re in

house, I almost expect to find Council

big risk coming here without any

she possibly be up to that she’d put

the house and pause

don’t hear anything but the sound of water

and general gross decay,

do think I get a hint of Karolina over all that, but the stronger

I share a quick glance of acknowledgement, before

pause at the sound of Karolina humming, as if she’s doing some

reaches me that makes me stop dead