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~Epilogue~
SareeThis concludes the Flying Death! I really struggled with wanting to put so much more into this book, I had a lot of ideas but unfortunately it just isn't in the cards to continue it. I had to cut so much from this ending because it would have caused me to have more and more and it wouldn't have stopped! I am going to take the rest of July off while I try and work on the next! Thank you for reading and if you haven't yet left a review, please consider doing so! Follow me under Saree Bee Writer on the webs for updates and sneak previews!
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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
Flying Death 6 - Revenge
~Punch’s Point of View~ Thankfully, Grouch doesn’t say anything or question me. If he did, I wasn’t totally sure what I’d say. He’s Dozer’s right hand man, he knows literally everything about everything. He wouldn’t be doing his job if he didn’t. But he also knows when to keep his mouth shut. The secrets that male has could probably take down anyone important in a ten hour radius. He’s never married and doesn’t have kids. The Flyers are his entire life. You’d never, ever know by looking at him he’s a millionaire many times over. He’s only 38 but looks weathered, rough and borderline homeless. He more than likes it that way. “I’m happy for you kid. Getting this closure, Mick needs to do this for you,” he says, once we were back at the packhouse. He pats my shoulder and I nod. I draw a deep breath as the roar of several motorcycles fills the lot, my brothers are rallying around me. It nearly makes me emotional but there is no time for that. *We’ll shift right away, let me do it. I
Flying Death 7 - Battle Of Wits
~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
Flying Death 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
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