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I hurriedly put everything back in place with shaking hands and pulled my clothes on.

I don’t know how long I have left to hide here. Zorin is impatient, and I know that if I take too long, he won’t hesitate to barge into the bathroom looking for me.

Reaching for my phone in my purse, my heart races, hoping Zorin won’t hear me. I never should have flown by myself. I should never have left the safety and comfort of my pack.

Now, there’s only one thing left to do.

I dial the number and bring the phone to my ear. My heart races and my breaths come in short pants. Damon answers on the first ring.

“Lena?”

CHAPTER25

Damon

Lena wasn’t in her apartment. And not at the hotel. The drive back from her apartment is quiet and solemn, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

We’re at a loss for what to do next with no clues to go on, and Lena’s scent is still too faint to trace.

Gunner’s only suggestion was to go home, regroup, and then try to think of somewhere she could have gone.

We walk into the pack house, and suddenly my phone rings. One look at the caller ID has me fumbling to answer, my hands gripping the phone tightly in urgency.

“Lena?” I answer frantically, and Max and Gunnar stop in their tracks, their eyes whipping towards me. Max’s eyes are wide with surprise, but Gunnar only looks concerned, waiting to hear what our omega has to say.

“Damon!” she sobs, the sound of her voice breaking my heart. She sounds scared, and I try to keep calm, knowing it won’t help if I scare her any more than she already is.

“Where are you right now, darling?” I ask, putting my phone on loudspeaker so the others can hear. “Where did you go?”

She takes a gulping breath, trying to form her words between her tears.

“D-Damon,” she stutters. “H-help, h-he’s...”

She dissolves into tears again, and I take a deep breath, trying to clamp down on the panic I can feel building in my chest. Gunnar and Max are leaning toward the phone in my hand, listening closely.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” says Gunnar.

“Yes, slow down,” I say gently, trying to get her to calm down even though I was fucking scared right now for her. “Deep breaths. Tell me what’s wrong. Where are you?”

“I’m at an airport,” she whispers as if she doesn’t want to be overheard. “Clinton National Airport.”

Max grabs a notebook and writes down the information.

“Okay, and what’s happened? What’s got you so scared, darling?”

“Zorin,” she breathes, and my blood runs cold. Gunnar stills, his eyes starting to glow with anger.

“What did you say?”

“Zorin,” she says again, this time a little louder. “He was on the same flight as me and sat in the seat next to me. He says he’s been following me for months, watching everything I do. He knows that I’m pregnant.”

She starts to cry again, and I try to remain as calm as possible while my packmates are already rushing out the door, and I follow them.

“Where is Zorin now?” I ask.

“He’s outside the bathroom waiting for me. I don’t have much time. He’ll come looking for me if I don’t hurry up.”

A thought occurred to me, and I hope that Lena was smart enough to have thought of it first. If she wanted to get away from us, she certainly would have wanted to disguise her scent from us.

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