Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

“I don’t understand how she’s still evading capture,” I said, frustration sharpening my voice. “We’ve had extensive search efforts running for weeks now. How is she still managing to send these messages, still apparently capable of gathering detailed information about our family, without leaving any trace we can actually follow?”

“She’s had fifteen years within this pack’s structure,” my father said quietly. “Access to considerable resources, relationships, knowledge of exactly how our security systems typically operate. That’s genuinely difficult to counter through simple, straightforward pursuit.”

“Then how do we actually stop her,” I asked, genuine desperation entering my voice now. “If our current approach isn’t working, if she remains capable of continued escalation despite everything we’ve thrown at finding her.”

He was quiet for a moment, considering the question seriously. “Maybe we need to think about this differently. Rather than simply chasing after her reactively, perhaps we need to consider what might actually draw her out, what genuine vulnerability she might be waiting to exploit that we could potentially use against her instead.”

“You mean bait,” I said slowly, understanding immediately the uncomfortable implication.

“Possibly,” he said. “Though I don’t want to suggest anything that genuinely endangers Evelyn, the baby, Willow, or anyone else in this family. I’m simply thinking through alternative approaches, given how thoroughly our current strategy has apparently failed to actually locate her.”

I considered that, understanding the appeal even as genuine unease settled into my chest at the potential risk such an approach might represent.

“I need to discuss this with Evelyn,” I said finally. “And with Callum, understand whether there’s actually a way to implement something like that without genuinely endangering anyone we’re trying to protect.”

My father nodded, understanding evident in his tired expression, and Willow chose that exact moment to reach up, patting his cheek gently with her small hand, an innocent, uncomplicated gesture that seemed to ease some of the tension gathered in the room.

“She has excellent timing,” he said, something soft and genuine breaking through his earlier tension as

he looked down at her.

I managed a small, tired smile at that, grateful for the moment of levity despite everything still frightening and unresolved surrounding us.

Evelyn arrived home a while later, having spent the morning checking on diner-related business through video call with Pete, and I explained everything immediately, watching her expression tighten with matching concern and fury as she absorbed the latest threatening message.

“This has gone on long enough,” she said, her voice tight with barely controlled anger. “How many more escalating threats do we need to endure before the council actually authorizes decisive action?”

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“I’m pushing for exactly that,” I said. “Callum’s requesting emergency authorization now, given this direct threat.”

“And what about your father’s suggestion,” Evelyn asked, having apparently overheard enough of our earlier conversation to understand the general direction. “About potentially using something as bait to actually draw her out?”

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “I don’t want to risk anyone’s genuine safety, especially given everything already at stake with the pregnancy, with Willow, with your own safety.”

Evelyn considered that carefully, something thoughtful crossing her expression. “What if it doesn’t have to be a person? What if there’s some other approach, something that might genuinely draw her attention without directly endangering any of us?”

“Like what,” I asked, genuinely curious about whatever alternative she might be considering.

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