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60 - Testify
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SareeA Fly never really goes away! Thank you for your patience with me I will have an update tomorrow!
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Flying Death 62 - Brat
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~Four Years Ago~~Black Fog Pack~~Travis’ Point of View~I struggle to keep my good eye open, my feet are already cut up and protesting, demanding I stop. But, there’s no stopping.Every single step is a step further away from him. A step toward a new life. It has to be.My will to survive is too strong, but surviving for what? That I didn’t know. Keep breathing, keep moving. That's all I know. When you raise yourself you don’t trust anyone, you question everything. How I made it past infancy, I’ll never understand.This was hardly my first time in this situation, but I’ll be damned if it’s not my last. I’ve let the adults in my life control me for far too long, it’s over. Today, I take control of my life. I answer only to my wolf, whenever he finally comes.You’d think with how hard I was trying to get away that I was at least running from my Alpha, well… since I’m only a pup I don’t yet have an Alpha. I didn’t pledge shit to anyone. No loyalty to anyone but myself. I more than know
Flying Death 2 - Hazel
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Flying Death 3 - Wake Up Call
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Flying Death 4 - Accessory
~Hazel’s Point of View~ Eminem’s “Shake That Ass” blares throughout the large house and everyone was indeed doing just that. I was no exception. I loved the beat, I loved dancing. I’d deal with the consequences tomorrow, like usual. “Here beautiful,” a male says, handing me a beer. Hardly my favorite drink but what do you expect at a frat house? Everyone was home for the holidays so they opened up their invite list to high schoolers. When Ginny texted about it, wild horses couldn’t have stopped me. I wanted to get myself out, away from the high school crowd. Moreover, mingle with people who DIDN’T know who I was, that was key. I wasted no time popping the can open and throwing back the awful liquid. I just needed to feel … something else. Forget my dad yelling at me, forget the bullshit with school. Making my mom cry. Okay that I felt bad about, and certainly being here wasn’t gonna help that. But mostly, I wanted to drink to forget the smug fucking look on Punch’s face at the
Flying Death 5 - Capture
~Punch’s Point of View~ I park the van outside a rough building in an even rougher area of town. Not in Flyer territory. Not somewhere I should be let alone the Alpha’s daughter. I tell myself I need to call someone to fetch Hazel, but I don’t. The plan had only been to scare her, just give her a little scare, well she’s gonna get even more. Yet I know she’s safe here even in the most crime riddled neighborhood. The only thing to fear is me. This is a neutral zone, on the border of Flyer territory where it meets Viuda Negra’s. Though for me to be down here it would have to mean I’m handling pack business, which I’m not. Mick paces in my mind, not giving a shit about Hazel for once. He is laser focused. “Listen to me when I say… do NOT get out of this van. No matter what happens. If your ass leaves this vehicle I can’t be held responsible,” I warn, in a low voice. It’s still a voice that says I’m not fucking around and she knows it. “I’ll stay put,” she whispers. The glow of a ci
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Flying Death 61 - Ice Cold
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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
