Page 17 of Forbidden Pregnant Mate

“Not gonna lie,” I said to Freya. “You’re one of the tougher patients I’ve had. You’d be surprised how many big tough shifters turn into crybabies when it comes to healing.”

Jenn scowled at me, then blinked in surprise when she realized I was being serious. Her features softened.

“We’re going to take care of this,” Jenn said to Freya. “Don’t worry. Thanks for coming to warn me.”

The door downstairs opened. All three of us froze.

“Jenn?” Malcolm called. Then, confusion very obvious in his voice, “Klyte?”

I winced, not liking the almost threatening tone in his voice.

“Up here, Dad!” Jenn called. She eyed me before giving a resigned sigh, as if she knew that trying to avoid telling her father was useless now. “You better come here.”

Heavy footsteps came up the stairs, and a moment later, Malcolm stood at the open door. His eyes went from me to Jenn to Freya to the medicine bag, then back to Jenn.

“Well, then,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Not exactly what I was expecting.”

“You might want to call Jameson and the others,” I said. “We have a problem.”

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“You should have told me,” Malcolm said once Jenn, Freya, and I had finished telling the story. By the time the rest of the Silver Wolves had gotten here, Freya felt well enough to come downstairs and tell her part of the story while sitting onthe couch, wearing some of Jenn’s spare clothes. She’d been fine to start, but I didn’t like how pale she was now. I would tell her to go upstairs soon.

“I thought it was over,” Jenn said to Malcolm. “I hadn’t exactly expected this to happen. I didn’t see the need to tell you.”

Malcolm growled, then grumbled something about Jenn getting her stubbornness from her mother (which was absolutely 100% false—that was all him, no matter what he claimed). Then he turned to Freya.

“How many days ago did he come after you?” he asked.

“Two,” Freya said. “My car broke down, and I had to shift and run the rest of the way here to make sure I got here before they did, which is why the injuries are so bad. I’d bandaged them beforehand, but when I shifted…”

“They won’t be far behind,” Malcolm said, eyes narrowing. “Jameson, have you heard anything about any new or strange shifters in town?”

“No, sir.” Jameson might have been the alpha of the pack, but he still treated Malcolm with a level of deference.

“That’s something, at least,” Malcolm said. “Though it doesn’t tell us much, considering they could just be hiding.” He sighed, running fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Can I count on you boys to help out?”

“Of course,” I said before Jameson could speak for us. Jameson cut me a look that I couldn’t quite read, but nodded his agreement, as did the rest of the Silver Wolves.

“Good.” Malcolm nodded his appreciation, his gaze lingering on me for a minute longer than the rest. “I appreciate that a lot, boys. Thank you.”

“Oliver and Alek can start scouting around the surrounding woods,” Jameson said. “Klyte, you and Luke ask around town to see if anyone has seen anything suspicious. I’ll do the same. Sam can do some digging and see what else we can come up with on this Isaac.”

“You’re not leaving me out of this,” Malcolm said. “This is my daughter this asshole is after, and I’m going to do everything in my power to see that he’s six feet under as soon as possible. I’ll help scout.”

Jameson nodded. “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said.

“There is one thing.” Malcolm glanced over at Jenn and Freya. Freya was leaning on Jenn’s shoulder, looking exhausted. I’d need to give her more painkillers so she could get some rest, but I’d need to make sure she ate and drank something first. My thoughts were pulled back to the present when Malcolm said, “I want one of you to look after Jenn and Freya. Especially Jenn. I don’t like the idea of some psycho coming after her and leaving them alone without anyone to help.”

“Dad, I don’t—” Jenn began.

“I will.” I held up my hand before fully realizing what I was doing.

Jenn’s eyes narrowed at me. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Freya still needs looking after,” I said. “And no offense to the others, but I’m going to be the best option there. Let Alek do it, and he’ll find a way to make her healthy arm gangrenous.”

“Remind me why we’re friends again?” Alek grumbled at me as I gave him a grin.

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