All Chapters of Flying Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~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

~Punch’s Point of View~ When Doze first said Hazel was coming home I was instantly in a foul mood. When he told me she’d gotten herself thrown out of school, the slightly undead part of my heart was a bit proud. Maybe it's a cry for help, maybe she’s just tired of bullshit and wants to forge her own path, who knows. Hazel is too much her father’s child in every way. She does what she wants and makes no excuses. Maybe some of that has been my influence. But if she was a male, Doze would be proud and support it. I hadn’t seen her now in over a year, and that was by design. When she came home last summer, me and a couple of the guys went on a road trip. Even though I’m technically a minor in the eyes of the human world, nobody gave a shit. If shifters don’t wanna go to school, they’re not forced to. Like I said, we’re our own city and normal humans don’t fuck with our pack. I had people that took notes for me at school, even took tests for me. I skipped a lot of it but I still went

~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

~Hazel’s Point of View~ “Hey Mags,” I say, giving her my best smile. She immediately raises her eyebrow at me, but then returns my smile and gives me a side hug. What does she know? I’m instantly on the defensive. “Hey sweetie. Your dad isn’t here, went to look at some machine or other for the shop an hour away,” she replies, handing me a glass of orange juice. “Oh that’s okay. Actually uhm, I was kinda wondering if you needed help with anything. You know, around here,” I say, throwing back the cool drink. She gives me a knowing look and shakes her head. “Not really a place for you to hang out hun and no, we’re good,” she says, taking drinks off her tray and handing them out to a few guys who were eating. They all make small talk with her. Damn it, I can’t exactly come out and ask for Punch. I don’t even know which room is his, I don’t exactly have a wolf that can find his scent. If I don’t have a task or something to do here everyone would ask why I was hanging around. I te

~Hazel’s Point of View~ I stare off into space, completely blank. Travis. Naked. Hard. So hard. No shame about it. Proud of himself. Why wouldn’t he be? I literally couldn’t hold another thought in my head. I’d never wanted anything more in my life. Travis. Naked. I wanted to stare at him, watch him watching me admire him. His muscles, his scattered random tattoos that seemed to make no sense. The scars he had all over. I wasn’t afraid of him, I could never be. They only proved that he was strong, a survivor. Flopping onto my belly I bite my lip. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to sleep tonight. And what am I going to do about it? He doesn’t live here any more, I don’t exactly have the easiest access to where he does live. I have only tonight. I knew the likelihood of rejection would be present. All he does is push me away and I go back like a puppy dog begging for attention. Every single time. How can I not? His eyes are hypnotic, his touch is electric and he alway