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38 - Too Late
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~Punch’s Point of View~ I forced myself to change my entire mentality during this week to try and become Travis again, the male that Hazel would want and who she deserves. And now? I gotta get right back to Punch. A lot of humans think shifters are all talk, and maybe some are I guess. But not werewolves, and certainly not the Flying Death. There will be no hiding what I am in a human jail, but I proudly display my ink. I more than want everyone to know they better not even dare fuck with me. The last thing I need is to let some human get under my skin and start a fight. A fight they’ll definitely lose with one punch. Then I’ll be in even more shit than I already am. The booking process was highly amusing since shifters don’t normally have ID like humans do. I told them I was Travis Dennison and that raised some eyebrows. Missile has all the credentials one should need since he’s got a real straight and narrow job and all. I don’t even have an actual driver’s license, never needed
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~Hazel’s Point of View~ Everything around me is a blur of voices, hands on me and who knows what. I feel my father’s warmth and I feel safe enough for now. Mate. I’m mated!! There’s just nothing else that matters. Wellllllll, aside from the fact that they shot Mick with a dart and my entire body crippled with pain for a second until he passed out. His lifeless body shifted back, in all of Travis’ naked glory. I did enjoy that view. But I need to go back and claw the eyes from that female who shot him, especially since she was gawking! Shifters are not entertainment for humans! “How the hell could this happen,” my father seethes as he carefully sets Simone’s body down in the cab of a truck. The anger radiating off him is palpable, so intense that even though he’s not technically our Alpha, I feel his aura through Simone. We’re both exhausted and even though the first thing new wolves generally want to do is run and hunt … we just got mated. So really, there’s not a whole hell of
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~Hazel’s Point of View~ You’d think that since I had to go mate and dash, then spend the night without my male I’d be in a totally foul mood. Well, I’m not. I know he’ll be home, even if I don’t have an exact time. Being surrounded by his brothers, by his family somehow makes it okay. Somehow makes it not so shitty. “Haze! Hey, you feel like answering the phone,” Missile says, poking his head into the kitchen. I make a face, not quite understanding. He’s wearing his garage jumpsuit, in all black with his colorful arms sticking out of the cut off sleeves. His earrings sparkle like usual and his look is complete with a black backwards hat. *Don’t you look at him! Jeez,* Simone scolds. I clear my throat. I did mean to call Kylie about prom night! I need to get on that. “Who calls the packhouse,” I question, as I finish pouring myself some iced tea. It’s quite past breakfast but not quite lunch. I worked up a hell of an appetite with all that mating and I can’t seem to drink enough!
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~Travis’ Point of View~ “When can I fucking leave,” I snarl, pounding my fist on the table. “I’m doing my best Mr. Dennison,” the lawyer insists. Mr. Dennison. Fucknig hell. Even Dozer’s father didn’t go by that name, we’re just not formal people. While the same law firm has represented our pack for decades it seems like they don’t even know us. But then again, there’s only so much we’re willing to tell outsiders. Their firm has a mix of shifters and humans and in my current predicament that is a good thing. I rub my face in annoyance. It’s been three days since Hazel was in my arms, since the smell of her sweet arousal filled my nose and coated my tongue. I cannot fucking wait anymore. “What is the hold up,” I say, trying to use a nicer voice. “You kind of pissed off the judge, well Hazel did but it's all the same to the humans,” he defends. “You know damn well there was nothing about that she could have stopped or controlled,” I growl, jumping to my feet and getting in his fa
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~Punch’s Point of View~ *She says Hector saved her life just now, shoved her and his mom out while he shifted to fight. I guess do with that what you will but she also demanded I tell Doze,* Chunk says, as I dodge a massive tiger trying to jump on me. His back paw still grazes Mick’s back and the sting of the cut only pisses me off. *Get her the fuck out of here,* I snap, not needing the distraction. Just then I feel his link sever for being out of range. When I smell smoke, I know it's only another distraction from the fight but my heart absolutely sinks. Mona’s house. Her pride and joy next to Hazel. I’ve chased a few bastards deep into the woods, trying to purposefully take the fight away from the house. The house my mate and I are supposed to get and start our lives together in. Shit. *Behind,* Mick shouts, pivoting to a defense position. He raises his claws, ready to swipe. Sure enough, he comes away with blood and some flesh. When a deep growl nearly shakes the earth and t
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~Travis’ Point of View~ My heart sinks when the two females sit down. The jury is eating out of my palm right now and I don’t need this shit. *Miserable bitches,* Dozer says, turning to eye them both. *Stay calm,* Mick says, as the lawyers whisper at the judge’s bench. If my heart wasn’t racing in my chest I might be able to listen. Doze and Hazel both turn to look at each other and I know they must be mind-linking. *I know I’m not the best tracker but yesterday I sat behind the prosecutor and had to smell him all damn day. I swear this ex-Fly has his scent, like they touched at some point today, but how do we prove it,* Fingers says, over mind-link to all Flyers in range. I lick my lips and instantly know what he’s saying is true. There isn’t a doubt in my mind. She’s feeding the DA intel? Probably pissed she didn’t get Grouch’s cash. When I can’t think of anything else, I raise my hand. The lawyers both go back to their seats. “Yes Mr. Dennison,” the judge says. “May I hav
Flying Death 60 - Testify
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~Travis’ Point of View~ Sitting and waiting for court to start with all kinds of people staring at you, hell some are even drawing me for whatever reason … It's a new level of testing my sanity. *I’ve got a good feeling about today! Bruce is wearing his Mr. Arrogant Suit,* Mick chirps. I have several different lawyers and they’re each handling different parts of the trial though it makes no difference to me. I’m hoping like hell today is the last day and it’s all behind me. It better be. I’ve been meeting with them every couple of days for months pawing over every single detail of not only what the humans have and are going to say, but what we want the narrative to be. Everyone that set me up is now dead so really, the only option is to say it was self defense. I know I’m hardly a straight arrow but dear Goddess, please don’t strike me dead for what I’m about to say when I testify. When the judge and jury are seated, my attorney calls Mona as my character witness. I can tell she
Flying Death 57 - I Dare You
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Flying Death 56 - Closure
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Flying Death 55 - Push Through
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “Let me go you fuck,” I shout, as I kick and do all I can against the big hands grabbing at me. There’s too many of them, it’s hopeless. Nobody can save us now. Simone pushes her claws through my hand and I swat at a male, drawing some blood but not much. I keep trying. It was as if an army just flooded into the packhouse all at once, they were everywhere. An ear piercing cry breaks out to my side, as Kylie wails. My eyes dart all over and I see Missile’s limp body being beaten. My heart breaks but there’s little time to process it because my body is lifted and whisked away. We’re both carried like brides down the stairs and when the outside air hits me, so does a fucking contraction. Kylie and I are thrown into a van as I search for Mags. It pisses me off to no end that I can’t mind-link her. Is she even alive? Once in a seat, I pull Kylie into my arms as she sobs loudly, and I use her weight to try and hold on. The van is driving erratically, but that’s
