Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 251

"Where would we actually go," Nadia asked, her voice carrying careful consideration despite obvious continued tension.

"Perhaps Ashford territory," my father suggested. "Given their previous alliance and assistance during Genevieve's earlier campaign, they might genuinely offer secure, temporary refuge while we continue actively pursuing these individuals here."

I nodded slowly, understanding the genuine wisdom in that suggestion despite my own instinctive resistance toward what felt like retreating from direct confrontation.

"I don't want to simply flee," I said, frustration evident in my voice. "That feels like allowing them genuine victory, forcing us from our own territory."

"This isn't retreat," my father said firmly. "This is strategic protection, Ethan, ensuring Nadia's genuine safety while we continue actively pursuing decisive resolution here. There's genuine difference between tactical caution and cowardly avoidance."

I understood the wisdom in his careful distinction, though continued reluctance remained present regardless.

"What about you," I asked, "and Mom? Given everything Genevieve's associates already attempted against our family previously."

"We'll maintain heightened security here," my father confirmed. "Though I don't believe their current campaign specifically targets us directly, beyond whatever connection exists through Nadia's own complicated situation."

Nadia had remained quiet throughout most of this exchange, something thoughtful and increasingly resolved crossing her expression. "I don't want to simply run either," she said finally, her voice carrying quiet, firm conviction. "But I also understand the genuine wisdom in temporary strategic relocation, particularly given how thoroughly this morning's message confirmed they're actively monitoring us directly."

"I appreciate you understanding that necessity," my father said gently.

My phone buzzed again, and I felt fresh dread building as I checked the screen, understanding whoever was sending these messages apparently intended continued psychological pressure throughout this entire crisis.

*Running to Ashford won't save her. We have eyes everywhere.*

I stared at the message, genuine horror crashing through me at the specific reference to exactly the plan we'd just been discussing.

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