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How would I tell him? I wasn’t getting rid of the baby or giving them up, I knew that much. Just the thought was enough to make me and my wolf bristle. I wasn’t about to do something like that. Which meant he needed to know. Hell, my scent would be enough of a giveaway soon enough, and he was keeping an eye on me until this Isaac situation was taken care of, no matter what I said or did.

I was stuck with him until this got sorted out. He would know.

But then, there was the other problem: Dad. I had no idea how he would react to something like this, especially with Klyte. The two of us had agreed to keep whatever it was we were doing a secret until we figured it out. But that was no longer an option.

I sighed, closing my eyes and letting everything rush over me. I couldn’t come to any solid conclusion, but I couldn’t go back home until I had some idea of what to do.

The sounds of paws on earth and rustling bramble hit me before that familiar scent filled my nostrils. I stiffened. I knew what was coming, who was coming. I just wished I had more time to prepare.

Chapter 11 - Klyte

Jenn’s scent was stale when I walked through the front door.

I was already in a bad mood. I’d spent the morning with Jameson and Luke, trying to get an update on the Isaac situation. None of it was good. No one had seen any strangers in town, and there were no scent trails for us to follow. We had hit a brick wall, and the only thing we could do now was wait.

What was taking him so long? Jenn was already chomping at the bit to get out of the house, and there was only so long I could do that. At some point, we would need to go hunting, or at least for a run through the woods. As long as I was there, I’d be able to protect her if something came up.

I was going to suggest we do it that afternoon, once the rest of the girls had cleared out. But as soon as I stepped inside and could barely smell Jenn, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Where’s Jenn?” were the first words out of my mouth when I went into the living room.

The women’s conversation immediately got quiet as they all looked at me.

“She went on a run,” Freya finally said, a little guiltily.

“You guys let her go on a run by herself?” I growled.

“Chill, Klyte,” Evelyn snapped back. “You know there was no way she was letting us go with her if she didn’t want us there. She needed some space, and we gave it to her. If we’d tried to follow her, she would have just gotten angry and given us the slip.”

I snarled. Evelyn was right, of course, but that didn’t make me like the situation any better.

My wolf was pacing, anxiety and annoyance pulsing through both of us at the thought of Jenn going off by herself and potentially getting into danger.

“I’m going out,” I said, then all but ran to the back door.

It took less than ten seconds for me to shift and begin tracking Jenn’s scent. It was still stale, but distinctive enough for me to follow. It wasn’t until my wolf started tracking her that we realized just how far she’d gone.

Eventually, after nearly an hour of searching, her scent was much fresher. I burst into a clearing to see her sitting naked near a stream, sunlight streaming through the leaves and dappling her skin. She was gorgeous, as always, especially in this light, but I was too angry to take much notice.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jenn?” I snapped as soon as I shifted.

She flinched but didn’t look at me.

“Do you realize how stupid this was? How dangerous? There’s a guy looking for you, and we have no idea where he is—”

She turned toward me, and the expression on her face made the rant I’d been building up for the past hour die in my throat. It was pure fear.

“Jenn?” I asked, a lot softer this time. “What happened?”

She still said nothing, but the look in her hazel eyes told me it was bad.

And then I remembered earlier today. The lack of appetite, the not feeling well.

“Oh.” It was all I could think to say. “Oh. You’re…”

She gave a single nod.

“Were you planning on running off?” I tried to make the question sound joking or flippant, but it must not have come out right because she winced. I instantly felt like a jerk.

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