Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

Damon pov

I’d left my mother settled into a small rental apartment just blocks from the clinic, close enough that she could visit Marissa and Hazel daily without the exhausting drive back and forth, and started the long trip home a little after sunset, exhaustion from the past three days settling heavy into my bones.

I’d barely crossed back onto pack territory, the familiar tree line closing in on either side of the road, when the first shape darted out from the trees ahead of me.

I registered the danger a half-second before impact-a wolf, large and unfamiliar, throwing itself directly into the road. I swerved hard, tires screeching against gravel, and the car spun before slamming into the tree line, the airbag deploying with a violent, disorienting force.

I came back to awareness fast, adrenaline burning through the daze, and shoved the door open just as a a second wolf slammed into the side of the car, claws raking across the metal.

Rogues. I understood it immediately from the wild, unclaimed scent of them, the frenzied, coordinated aggression of wolves with no pack structure, no territory of their own, hunting in the loose, opportunistic way rogue packs sometimes did along contested borders.

I shifted fast, tearing out of my clothes as my body transformed, and met the second wolf’s charge head-on, teeth sinking into its shoulder as we rolled together across the gravel. Three more shapes emerged from the tree line, and I understood with grim, immediate clarity that I was badly outnumbered, fighting off pure instinct and adrenaline with no backup anywhere in sight.

I took a hit across my flank that tore deep, pain screaming through my side, and staggered, another rogue already closing in from my blind side.

And then, impossibly, a new shape crashed into the fight-larger, faster, moving with a ferocity I recognized instantly despite the chaos.

My father.

He slammed into the rogue closing on my blind side, teeth tearing into its throat with brutal, decisive force, and I registered, even through the haze of pain and adrenaline, genuine shock at seeing him there at all, let alone fighting with this kind of raw, immediate ferocity on my behalf.

We fought together after that, some old, instinctive coordination from years of shared training taking over despite everything unresolved between us, and within a few brutal, chaotic minutes, the remaining rogues broke off, retreating back into the tree line as quickly as they’d emerged, apparently deciding the fight had turned too costly to continue.

I shifted back slowly, pain radiating through my torn side, and found my father doing the same a few feet away, blood matting his fur before the shift smoothed it back into something more human, though the wound across his shoulder remained, dark and glistening in the fading light.

“You’re hurt,” he said, moving toward me immediately, none of his usual careful, measured authority present, just raw, unfiltered concern.

“So are you,” I said, still catching my breath, watching him with wary, uncertain attention despite the adrenaline crash settling through my system.

“I’ll heal.” He examined the gash across my side with brief, practical efficiency, old paternal instinct apparently overriding whatever fractured relationship still sat between us. “That needs proper attention. Can you walk?”

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Chapter 67

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“How did you even know I was out here,” I asked, genuine confusion cutting through the pain and lingering shock of the ambush.

“Marcus,” he said simply. “He’s been tracking my movements this past week, apparently, on your orders. I noticed a few days ago, decided rather than confront it directly, I’d simply let him keep doing his job. Today he mentioned you were driving back alone, later than expected, along a route that’s had reports of rogue activity recently. I came out to make sure you made it back safely.”

I stared at him, processing that slowly through the pain and adrenaline still coursing through my system. “You’ve been letting Marcus watch you. Knowingly.”

“I assumed you’d want exactly that kind of reassurance, given everything,” he said, something almost rueful in his tired expression. “I can’t blame you for not simply taking my word after everything I’ve done. Actions have to actually mean something, the way you told me yourself.”

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