All Chapters of Flying Death: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Kylie’s Point of View~ “Thank the Goddess,” I whisper, as I tiptoe out of baby Noah’s room. I wasn’t thrilled when my mom got me to babysit so our neighbors could go out with them once a week, but it pays $40 a night and the kid is always out early. That and that they always have good snacks. As I make my way back into the living room, a figure moving outside catches my eye and I leap toward the door like I’m on fire. If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him. “What the hell are you doing,” I whisper, but in a sha

~Kylie’s Point of View~ I yawn and stretch, then try to focus back on my test. It’s really impossible, especially with Hazel actually in class and across from me. It should fill me with absolute relief that she knows my secret. That I could bond with her and the pack as an equal last night … as long as I stayed a wolf. They didn’t particularly like when I shifted into a grizzly bear and terrorized them a bit. I sure as hell got a kick out of it. Big bad males reduced to running away from little old me? The bear wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into one of those delicious looking wolves too. While I’m still me in there somewhere while shifted, still slightly able to steer the animal’s thinking and actions, they can absolutely get provoked. If they’re scared or threatened the animal will defend itself. I normally try and eat good before I shift too, not only for the energy but so the animal isn’t ravenous. DIIIIIIING I quickly fill in the bubbles on a couple of last quest

~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

~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

~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