Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226
LEAH
It takes me a while to fight free from the warring wolves, and then I rush off after Aaron, following his scent. I also pick up Tobin’s scent and realize what must have happened.
Tobin must have ran.
And Aaron went after him.
I can’t blame my mate for not wanting to let Tobin get away after everything he’s done, but I also think it was fo olish of Aaron to go off on his own like that.
What if Tobin led him into yet another trap we can’t see coming?
I track them right through the entire factory, bypassing a silver net on the ground that had Aaron’s scent all over it.
Seems like Tobin tried to stop Aaron or slow him down and it wasn’t very effective.
Eventually, I come to a roller door that’s partially lifted with trash strewn under it like it got stuck that way at some stage
and nobody bothered to try closing it again.
Out in the parking lot, there’s only one or two lights that haven’t been broken. I jog through shadows and patches of light until I find Aaron.
He’s on the far side of the weed-choked lot, under a singular lamppost, shifted back to human.
Tobin is lying at his feet, throat slashed, dead from bleeding out in what was probably a matter of moments after having his major arteries completely severed.
I shift back and stop just inside the pool of light.
“You shouldn’t have run off on your own like that, Aaron,” I say, trying not to sound like a nagging wife, when truly, I was just worried for his safety. “But at least you k illed him and we can put this behind us now.”
“Except I didn’t,” Aaron says in an angry, thwarted voice.
“Didn’t what?” I ask in confusion.
“I didn’t ki ll him,” Aaron kicks Tobin’s corpse in frustration and then stalks toward me, fury still visible in every line of his body. “Someone else got to him before I did!”
“What? But how?” I say in shock.
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“I don’t know,” Aaron replies. “I got waylaid by that stu pid
silver net, and Tobin got ahead of me. By the time I freed
myself and followed his scent trail out here, someone else had already slashed his throat and was long gone. The weirdest
thing, however, was that I couldn’t pick up even a hint of scent from another wolf. I arrived just to watch Tobin gasp his last breath. At least I got that satisfaction.”
“Who the he ll could have been waiting out here to ki ll him like that?”
And how was it even possible that they didn’t leave any trace of scent behind?
Aaron snorts at my question. “Make a list and take your pick. Tobin had plenty of enemies. And that’s not all.”
Aaron looks troubled and I almost hesitate to ask him what he
means.
“Tobin said he wasn’t working alone,” Aaron explains. “He said there was a Council within the Council. One that’s going to. lead wolves into a new golden age where we are the superior species and we don’t have to worry about humans any more.”
A deep sense of unease unfurls within me. “What does that even mean?”
“I have no idea,” Aaron says in a low voice, glancing at Tobin’s
dead body one more time before taking my hand and leading me away. “But this means that someone else might have
helped orchestrate the attack at the hospital. Tobin might be
dead, but we haven’t eliminated the threat to my life.”