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60 - Testify
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 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 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 ~Epilogue~
~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 1 - Live To Tell About It
~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
~Hazel’s Point of View~I hum happily to myself, practically coming out of my skin with excitement, I’d been gone far too long. My dad’s idea of sending me to an all girl’s school for shifters four states away was bullshit. But this was the moment I’d been waiting for, and had all but ensured would happen. I had packed every single thing I owned to come home for Christmas break and I was going to let him know I wasn’t going back. No way in hell.Oh and there was also the little teeny tiny problem of me getting expelled. Which, while my plane was in the air my parents would be discovering. So there really was no going back. Oops!When the plane finally lands my stomach is practically doing flips. I’m sweating, and suddenly my plan of getting expelled starts to seem pretty damn stupid. I also knew what the tuition cost per year and my dad had already paid up front. He wouldn’t be getting that back. If it was one thing my dad truly hated, it was losing money. A bad investment.Time to
Flying Death 3 - Wake Up Call
~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
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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