8 - Hunt

~Punch's Point Of View~

Christmas Eve

"Dinner was incredible baby, thank you so much," Dozer coos, kissing his mate's hand.

She blushes. It warms my black heart to see her happy, and Mick wags his tail in response. He likes being back at home, surrounded by familiar smells and sights.

"It wasn't all me, Hazel helped quite a bit, even got up super early," Mona replies, smiling. 

I knew Hazel had made the pies, and they were my weakness. If they survived the day I’d be taking them back to the packhouse.

“Not that anyone asked, but all I want for Christmas is my family under one roof,” Mona adds, looking at me.

I give her a small, polite smile. Yeah I’d gotten her a damn nice present but of course she would ask for that instead.

“Just to ensure she gets her wish we’re not doing gifts until the morning,” Dozer says, firmly. 

*It’s not that bad,* Mick chirps, making my eyes look at the ham on my plate.

“Sounds good,” I concede, stabbing at it.

I didn’t look at anyone when I said it. I couldn’t.

It was a Friday night, usually one of our busiest nights on the street. Crime doesn’t stop for the holiday and I don’t like someone else having to do my work. But I was overruled.

“I’ll expect you to be in school a couple of days to help Hazel out and show her around. She’s never been to the Northeast campus,” Mona says, as she passes out dessert.

Fucking hell.

I make a face, hating that I even had to ask the next question. I shift in my seat, putting it off.

“When does uhm, the break end,” I ask, reaching for the plate with three different kinds of pie she always has because I love them all.

If I actually went to class, it would be something I’d know. But you can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills up first.

“They’re starting back early because of snow days and anticipation of more. So it's actually January 3rd. Mom said you can use the spare car to drive me,” Hazel smiles, nodding.

Fucking … hell. I rub my face.

*It’s only one more semester, what is that? Three months? I wouldn’t mind seeing some of those high school females,* Mick says, licking his lips.

*And watch males throwing themselves at HER all day,* I shout, in warning. I already knew they would, every male will drool over Hazel.

He immediately whines and gets pissed, then demands we in fact go to school every single day, for every single class. 

Shit. Well that backfired.

I make a face down into my plate.

“I’m not gonna commit to going everyday,” I say, matter of fact.

“A few months, then you can flip the place off,” Doze says, shoveling pumpkin pie in his face.

Two hours later after a painful board game that everyone pretty much let Mona win, I was in my old room, staring at the ceiling. 

*It smells like her in here. Do you think she comes in our room,* Mick asks. He’s not wrong.

He begins to pace, indicating he’s cagey. That’s never a good thing. It’s fucking freezing outside and even though the house is backed up to the woods I’m not eager to go for a run right now.

But your wolf doesn’t give a shit about stuff like that. When they need to stretch, there’s no ignoring the call. I hadn’t run him in nearly a week and I knew that wasn’t fair. I sighed and got up, stripping down and wrapping a towel around my waist. 

As I made my way outside I caught the scent of weed and my nose carried me to the deck, where Doze was puffing away.

“Running,” he asks, handing me the joint. I nod and take a long drag.

“Yeah someone is antsy,” I reply, not wanting to sit on the cold chair. My balls were already raisins within just the few minutes I’d been out. 

“What the hell. I’ll come,” he says, getting up and stripping before I could say a thing. Not like I minded, but I was hoping to keep it short.

*Not now,* Mick beams, grinning, practically giddy.

Dozer’s wolf, Red, is a monster. When he hunts, he is seriously out for blood, gore and plenty of it. But I’d learned so much from him about hunting, about survival outside. When I first got my wolf we had a few “camping” trips that were weeks long and finally having that father figure, learning what a father was supposed to be, was incredible. Not to mention one that kind of understood my dark side, because he had one himself.

If I’d gotten my wolf without someone to help me, without really any guidance, it would have been really shitty. No pup … no pup should have to do it alone.

Even before getting a step-parent that forced me to fight, forced me to defend myself and Nina at a young age, I knew something very off with my thinking. I wasn’t a calm, happy go lucky little boy. I had itches, urges and as the years went on learning how to control them became more impossible. Dozer helped with that, he understood it. Pretty much all the Flyers did.

As I turned to walk off the deck my eye caught a light in the window. Then her face was glued to me. Watching my every move. She put her hand against the window, as if telling me to be careful. 

I could laugh. Anything in these woods better be careful, not us. I give her a small nod, mostly because Mick was already starting to push through and he wanted me to do it. The soft spot that he had for Hazel was more than just aggravating at times, I couldn’t risk letting him be shifted around her.

Red ran us deep into the woods, further than I’d been in a long time. We couldn’t mind-link and that was annoying but it was nothing I wasn’t used to. You learn how to use body language and cues after a while. 

He had a scent and he wasn’t letting it go. When Mick finally picked up on it, he was determined to hunt it down as well. 

Coyotes.

They’re nothing but an absolute nuisance to both wildlife and humans. They’re also one of our favorite things to hunt. Incredibly satisfying.

It was beginning to snow, not too heavy but just enough to be irritating. Suddenly there were a couple of scents, then four, maybe even more. A den of coyotes perhaps?

Red was practically salivating and I knew this had the potential to blow up. Would he seriously want to take on a whole den if that’s what we happened upon? Of course I already knew the answer. He’s an Alpha, through and through. He doesn’t back down once he’s made up his mind.

Who was I to turn down a good fight? This is nature and it ain’t always pretty. This is the stuff photographers don’t get.

When we came upon a large hill with dense trees, the smell is overwhelming. The hairs on the back of Mick’s neck stand up but he just puffs out his chest when Red crosses in front of him.

Dozer has reddish blonde hair and his wolf is the same, but that likely wasn’t how he got his name. I eye the wolf who looks absolutely bloodthirsty. Mick blows out a long breath as the sounds of several other heartbeats flitter into his ears. 

At least six with the potential for them to signal for more.

Being outnumbered never phases me, especially not with Red by my side. Though in our wolf forms we’d never been this outnumbered. Can’t exactly shoot a gun with no fingers. So weapons are useless out here. You have to actually know how to fight.

Low growls fill the air, and I could have sworn Red laughed. If a wolf could. We had some serious balls to roam into their area but just like in our human lives … we go where we want and do as we please.

Within a few seconds they began splitting between us, trying to divide and conquer. Oldest trick in the book. But you never want to write off real animals as just being dumb. When your back is up against it whether human, shifter or animal … your survival instinct kicks in and all you know is that. 

A growl hits our left ear and Mick immediately pancakes, totally flat. A yelp sounds out a second later when a body thuds against the earth. A set of teeth are fast behind us so we bolt forward, turning just in time to see the animal chomp at nothing. Just like I teach the pups in the boxing ring, you gotta keep ‘em dancing. Exhaust and piss off your enemy. 

They’ll not only be tired, they won’t be thinking clearly. They’ll get sloppy, act out of desperation.

When a head flies out of our right side, ready to attack, Mick throws up a claw and swipes, getting not only a chunk of flesh but a bathed in blood. We surge forward, quickly clamping down on the throat of the injured one who’d first lunged.

A heavy weight lands on us and then a sharp sting hits our back. Mick wastes no time throwing his entire body weight onto its side.

SNAP

We landed with our full weight on top of the coyote, crushing him and breaking his neck. Take that you fuck! He was big for what he is, well was… but Mick is still easily six times his weight. The only way these bastards stood a chance against us was in larger numbers.

We quickly looked around to check on Red, who was standing over two bodies, eating from their bellies. I had two down myself and it looked like the rest ran off.

Well … dinner for another night. 

Mick licks his lips and begins to reap the rewards of his kill. By the time we were done we’d stuffed ourselves so bad we could hardly move. But I felt more alive than I had in a long time, invigorated really. I knew without a doubt mama and papa Dennison were going to be fucking their brains out tonight and it only pissed me off I couldn’t leave.

You don’t have a hunt like this and not need to fuck it out of your system, they go together, plain and simple. I even thought about calling a Fly for some quick head, I could just go to her car…

*No,* Mick scolded, matter of fact. 

I argued with him the entire way back to the house. We shifted in the yard and the moment I was upright my body was being pulled to the side and under a big arm.

“Fuck!! How cool was that huh? Intense! I can’t wait to tell my mate, she’ll be so hot over it. When are you going to date anyhow huh? How about Victor’s little girl… Marnie? Marie? She was cute huh,” he said, squeezing my neck with his arm.

I couldn’t remember her name either but she was two years younger than me and total jailbait. So I hadn’t bothered to look at her too hard when we were introduced. Pups date pups, wolves date wolves. The two shouldn’t mix, period.

“I’m fine. Maybe when school is done,” I say, which was my code for… When I’m officially a Flyer. Maybe that’s what I’m really waiting on. But by then, I’ll be a lot busier with pack business and won’t want to be bothered with settling down. 

I hear the door open along with the pounding of little feet all at once. Damn she can move fast.

“Ohh Goddess! Are you okay, you’re covered in blood,” Hazel shouts, running toward us.

She immediately puts her hands on my shoulders and begins looking me over. Dozer’s laugh fills the air.

“I’ll help clean your cuts,” she whispers in fear, her eyes going all over.

“I’m cut too,” Doze said, from somewhere behind her.

“You’re also very nude and I’m not looking at you like that, go inside,” she barks, making him laugh even harder.

I didn’t need to look to know he had a huge hard on, I certainly do. There is no getting rid of it without taking care of it. Not when I’m coming down from this big of a high.

If Hazel was literally any other female I’d already be fucking her up against the railing. But she’s not just any female. Try telling my cock that.

I lick my lips as I hear the door close and Doze’s footsteps disappear. I fully take her in. She’s wearing a skimpy little pink tank top and short shorts with yellow fuzzy slippers. My eyes fall right to her nipples which are little like little chocolate chip tips pointing out with the cold air. 

Mick tries to push back through, barely making any progress. He’s thankfully too tired. He demands I grab her and throw her down in the snow, fuck her senseless. 

I like my dick and head attached, thank you very much.

“Fuck Travis, does it hurt? You have to let me clean this up before it heals,” she whispers, as she touches around the edges of my back wound.

I do slightly flinch but I could never let her see that.

“Nothing a bit of whiskey and a shower won’t fix,” I say, coy, trying to step forward. But this little female is a wall of seriousness. She really thinks I’m hurt, the tension of worry is wafting off her. I’ll be healed after a good night of sleep and I’m so beat right now it shouldn’t be tough to pass out.

When she finally steps back her eyes drop, straight to my dick. I lick my lips again, reveling in it. She’d seen it before after a shift but it had been well over two years ago. I was certain it had grown.

“Go inside Hazel,” I say, as I try to move her back. It was for my protection more than hers. 

Maybe.

Her feet move slightly but she stays absolutely glued to her view. I’d never felt more exposed but proud of my body. I worked out a lot of my frustrations in the gym and I knew I looked good. The compliments I get from Flies are so fake and forced. Desperate. 

The look on her face though … that’s real admiration. Real lust.

But then again she’s been at a full on tampon tower school for so long and not seen males. 

I grab my towel and wrap it around me as she exhales and puts her hand on her forehead. She’s beyond hot and bothered. Mick forces me to take a deep breath and sure enough, she’s wet with slick. There’s no mistaking that smell and now, all I can think about is how she would taste.

Fucking … hell.

He rumbles my chest like a gorilla beating his pecks, demanding I touch her. Demanding I kiss her. 

“Good night Hazel,” I force myself to say, as I step toward the door. 

I wasn’t thrilled about leaving bloody footprints on Mona’s floor but it would hardly be the first time and surely Dozer had done it.

“Trav, shit that looks so awful, let me help clean it up,” she gasps as she sees my back.

My mind is a complete fucking tidal wave, a damn tsunami fighting itself. My hand hits the door handle and begins to open the sliding door. It is completely rude to just leave her, especially when she was just being sincere. She was genuinely concerned.

But I’m an asshole trying like hell to keep my dick away from my adopted sister that drives my wolf crazy and is the subject of mostly all my jerking off fantasies.

Without turning or looking back I closed my eyes and say, “just go to bed little pup.”