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Flying Death 41 - Let's Get Physical
~Hazel’s Point of View~ When I’m in a long hallway where every single door looks the same, Simone fully comes alive. She tells me with each door I pause at that it isn’t the right one. *Hazel? You’re so close where are you,* Travis asks, over mind-link. Goddess, I’ve always wanted him stuck in my head and now I’ve got my wish! *I think it’s the next one,* Simone shouts, and I move so fast I can’t even register it. The door flies open before my hand hits the knob and then I’m in his arms. As desperately as I want him to hold me, as I want to just listen to his heart, there’s simply no time. I pull back and slam the door, then throw the lock. I look around at what appears to be an office but all I can see is a massive deep couch with tons of room. Travis flips off the light but takes the sheet from me. “There’s no cameras, I checked. But they wouldn’t see us in the dark anyhow. I’ll throw this on the couch so you can take it home and smell it,” Travis says, turning away. Si
Flying Death 42 - Dial It Up
~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!
Flying Death 43 - Smooth
~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
Flying Death 44 - Intentions
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I don’t know if it's better or worse to try and meet Hector so early in the evening, but it's now or never. *I still don’t get it,* Simone insists. *I don’t expect you to,* I reply, as Ginny turns a corner a bit too fast and I have to grab the car’s handle. “You know my man will be super pissed if he knows I helped you,” she huffs. Though I know she likes stirring up trouble. Though she doesn’t know all the details and hasn’t asked. “You’re a true friend Gin. I’m very grateful,” I say, giving her arm a little rub. She just shakes her head in response and mumbles. She agreed to drive me to the border, unfortunately it’s still a ways to the skating rink. I honestly don’t know if it’ll be better or worse to try and go the rest of the way on two legs or four. People will know who I am regardless. Ten minutes later, I’m staring at my phone but doing all I can to walk quickly. It’s a miracle the map even went into this territory, not all packs allow it. When
Flying Death 45 - Back Up Plan
~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
Flying Death 46 - Cleanse
~Punch’s Point of View~ Even when I found out my MATE of all people went to see Hector for who knows what fucking reason, it didn’t even make me nearly as pissed as this. Seeing Mags crying in pain, though I know she’s probably not afraid. She’d spit in his eye if she could. *Need you to bring Hugo over here, alive,* I say to Doze, over mind-link. *Uhh, he’s probably not gonna live if I move him,* he replies. Fuck. *Keep him alive for a few minutes, these fuckers apparently had a back up plan,* I seethe. If I shift back again so quickly, I’ll be real tired. Though I might just move on sheer adrenaline alone. This male is probably one of the biggest I’ve seen in their pack and I’m pretty sure I saw him in a fight at some point. He doesn’t seem to be on drugs, but he’s clearly out of his damn mind. *No, he’s desperate and those are the worst kind of idiots,* Mick says, matter of fact. “Hugo! Come on! Stop fucking around,” the male shouts, tugging his arm tighter around Mags. She
Flying Death 47 - Two Faces
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “Hmm, ohhh,” I moan, as Travis moves in and out of me. The heaviness of his body, a little bit of sweat, definitely some grass and … dirt? Whatever. He clearly doesn’t want to talk and I don’t need him to. He keeps eye contact with me more than ever, and it's not lost on me that he’s using his body to say what he can’t. I know what my mate is, what he’s capable of. I know the serious pressure he’s under right now. While I said for so long I’d never be one of those females who shuts up and just takes care of her male… Right now that’s all I want to do. *Whatever he needs us to be,* Simone confirms. When he pulls back he brings my legs together and straight up, but he still moves slowly. He tilts his head back in pleasure with the new sensation as he slides deeper. He grabs a pillow and quickly lifts me, shoving it under my butt. “Ohhh! Ohhh Travis,” I cry out, feeling so much more. He doesn’t stop his rhythm, though he pokes his head between my feet and ki
Flying Death 48 - Mystery
~~I promise that Hazel and Travis’ story will continue, just going to add in some more point of views!~~ ~Flash Back, Prom Night~ ~Missile’s Point of View~ “Dude when you’ve had the hottest strippers in all of Flyer’s territory, a little mousey high school girl ain’t gonna do nothing for me,” I whine. But really, I’m happy to help out my bro. I’m just going to make sure he knows this is still a favor. Having the Reeve owe me is definitely a good thing. But come on, I’m 21 and don’t belong at a high school prom. I don’t even know this chick has shifted yet, or what grade she’s in. I have to imagine 17 like Hazel. “She’s not… I mean… totally unfortunate… Maybe you guys can talk about crayons, markers or something. She changes her hair color like every week and you’re covered in colors…” he trails off, as the car pulls up to a modest two-story house. It’s in a quiet neighborhood where I know most of the people from our factory live. I shoot Punch a look that is more like a warning
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~Epilogue~ ~Travis’ Point of View~ ~Two More Years Later~ *Yes! That’s it, you made it,* Mick shouts, though I’m the only one who can hear him and he’s about to make my head explode. He nudges little Hatch with his nose, and we couldn’t be more proud than if he were our son. His wolf head pokes up from the ground and looks around for the first time with his new eyes in wonder. I sniffle and Mick teases me. Fuck it. Being a father has literally changed everything. My entire outlook, my reaction to things. Yeah, seeing a pup I’ve been working with and getting attached to for years have his first shift and become a man … it’s fucking emotional. Red runs by, along with his mate and mine. Then it's like a pack of damn … well … Flyers come out of nowhere. Hatch jumps to all fours and gets right in the mix. It’s a brilliant full moon and Mags has all of my pups tonight at her place so it’s gonna be a damn good one for me! Since watching a new shift had us in such good spirits, Mick
Flying Death 62 - Brat
~Hazel’s Point of View~ ~One Year Later~ “Zachary! Your little sister doesn’t want a cupcake! She only drinks mommy’s milk,” I snap, just as I knock the treat out of his hand. He looks at me confused but runs away. I scoop my precious little Annabelle out of her baby swing and coo at her. She’s awake but irritated with all the noise around her. Zachary could literally sleep anywhere, anytime. But this girl is too spoiled. It has to be quiet, cozy and everything just right. “Mommy’s little princess, yeah,” I whisper, as I rub my finger over her cheek. “It’s still fucking weird that in the time it took me to have one kid you’ve had two,” Kylie says, falling on the seat next to me. I grin and sit down as well, bouncing my little three month old chubby baby lightly on my lap. “Well now Tessa and Annabelle are going to be the bestest of besties,” I say, a bit too chipper. Kylie shoots me the mom face I know too well that says she didn’t get a lot of sleep. She’s probably also hung
Flying Death 61 - Ice Cold
~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
~Travis’ Point of View~ Much to my annoyance, Hazel comes in and sits down in the far back just as I take the stand. *Couldn’t stay away,* I say, over mind-link. *Bet your ass Dennison,* she chirps. Mick preens at the sight of her, hating that she can’t be in our lap where she belongs. There’s also far too many offensive smells in here blocking hers. “Could you please tell the court why you’re choosing to testify today? It’s rare for a defendant to testify on their own behalf,” Bruce asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat. “I’m fully aware of what humans think of the shifter community. I hope one day we can change that. It’s true we have some bad apples just like any other groups, but we also have incredible people working tirelessly to keep innocents safe. To keep families happy and prospering. While humans have police and other forms of law enforcement, packs handle things their own way. Though the Flying Death sounds scary, we sound evil, we’re far from i
Flying Death 59 - Karma
~Hector’s Point of View~ *Maaan what were you thinkin’,* Benji fusses. He doesn’t like the spotlight on us, and neither do I. Unless it's for sports. But it all just didn’t feel right. I know Punch didn’t kill my father but … on the other hand he deserved to die. It was truly only a matter of time. It’s a relief it didn’t have to be me. I wait patiently while the lawyers go back and forth over whether or not I’ll be added to the witness list. My palms get sweaty and I have all kinds of second thoughts. My mind actually wanders to Missile and I have to wonder if I’ll ever have a true friend like that. A real brother that would do anything to protect and defend not only the pack but my female. He fought several males against all odds, only giving up when he fell unconscious. He’s a true brother of the pack and to Punch. My father never, ever inspired that kind of loyalty. Sure, I’ve thought about trying to start up a rival pack to the Flyers. There are several out there that aren’t
Flying Death 58 - Keep Your Enemies Closer
~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
~Travis’ Point of View~ ( I base the POV on how they see themselves, he’s no longer Punch in his own eyes) Literally anything to do with the humans makes me positively itchy in the worst way. They hate shifters and they’re unpredictable. I woke up with a damn stress rash on the inside of my arm and I’ve literally never had anything like that. This should be the best week, month, year of my life. I’m a father now and the feeling sits so heavy in my heart. This incredible little tiny pup is so perfect and yet so helpless. He literally can’t do anything for himself and when he looks at me with those innocent little eyes, I promise him he’s not going to have my violence. Mick and I agree, we’ll literally do anything in our power to ensure he’s not a killer. I nearly forfeited my Reeve title the first time I laid eyes on him. But now that most of our enemies are gone, I’m sure as hell praying for things to be calm. My day should pretty much consist of watching my son suck on a nice f
Flying Death 56 - Closure
~Kylie’s Point of View~ My dad always said the best way to kill someone would be a snake bite. Literally no one would ever suspect it to be from a shifter, it would be a clean kill. No forensics, no autopsy. Just a poor bastard in the wrong place at the wrong time. A true shapeshifter is still basically a myth to most. That’s partly why I chose to show the pack because your own eyes can’t lie. Though I’d never killed anyone and sure as hell never imagined I would. But it’s beyond personal now. My dad’s terrified face has been in my head non stop and it keeps coming along with little shivers all through me. When I lunge at the first male he screams bloody murder and takes off running. I waste no time darting at the other, and when I slither up his foot and bite his leg, he goes down immediately. Snakes unfortunately have piss poor eyesight and not the best hearing, but I don’t need it thankfully. The vibrations from the pounding of feet are obvious and I now know there are two male
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
