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

out as fast as possible, before

my weapons before

the fear and the way my wolf is clawing at my insides to get out

Vampires before, but I’ve heard the stories from other wolves who’ve either narrowly escaped them, or heard stories from other packs who encountered

for the simple fact of our

tales about entire packs

strong, but mortal. Vampires…

nigh on impossible to kill something that’s

be hiding something huge here-most likely the AI tech-otherwise

and I hurry down the

we take, scanning my surroundings, scenting the air, my senses

they ever have.

both my wolf and her Alpha status flowing through my veins like fire. But the

we approach the house, I almost expect to find Council Enforcer wolves guarding the perimeter, but there’s no one else

risk

up to that she’d put even her own safety at risk

quietly slip into the house and pause to

don’t hear anything but the sound of water

and rats and general

get a hint of Karolina over all that, but

a quick glance of acknowledgement, before we start creeping toward the sound of running

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

me that makes me stop dead in my