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30 - Don't Look
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Flying Death 31 - Tabs
~Punch’s Point of View~ I quickly cut the ties on Nina’s wrists and ankles before dropping the knife in the van and heaving her out. No way am I gonna fucking carry her again. “Walk,” I demand, and push her. “Don’t do this Travis, the Flying Death don’t kill females,” Hazel shouts, and then I feel her knuckles punch my back. “Then leave, nobody is making you stay,” I say, but keep pushing Nina toward the water. There’s a couple cinder blocks and rope that we left here just in case, and I can use those to weigh her down. I tell myself all the obvious things: she deserves this, the world is better off. Literally, nobody will miss her. “Mick! Don’t let him do this,” Hazel shouts, her voice echoing off the water. I laugh. “He has no idea what this female has done to me, what she’s put me through. He wasn’t there to know how fucking bad it was to live with the shit choices she made. Year after year, I was never her priority. I was NEVER put first,” I shout. Nina begins to pull
Flying Death 32 - Confessions
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “Girl I’m so glad you’re okay,” Ginny yawns, half asleep. I glare at the clock because it’s now 8:30am and I haven’t slept. The house is way too quiet and I have no clue if my father is alive or not. I want to believe Travis doesn’t know. He didn’t act like he knew. “But I don’t know where my parents are, or anything. Did anybody die,” I question. If she doesn’t know, surely her man does. “Heath says nobody knows anything,” she says, sighing. When we finally hang up, I get in the shower then make some toast. I’m so mentally drained that I can barely function when I collapse on the couch. “Hazel? Hey sweetie, time to wake up,” I hear, as I practically jump out of my skin. My eyes pop open to see Missile, hovering over me. I puff out some hot air and fall back onto the couch. “Doorbell much,” I snap, annoyed. He smiles and sits at the end of the couch, picking up my legs and putting them on his lap like it's a common thing he does all the time. No mal
Flying Death 33 - Gesture
~Punch’s Point of View~ ~One Month Later~ “I look like a fucking clown,” I groan, making a face in the mirror. That’s a testament to my current clothing debacle but it’s also a result of me not getting much sleep lately. I don’t think I’ve slept more than two or three hours a night in weeks. “I assure you, you look hot as hell. If you weren’t a teenager…” the female groans, licking her lips at me. My stomach flips and not in a good way. She’s pushing 50 and clearly not taking very good care of herself. For someone who probably works on commission she definitely shouldn’t be smoking at work. She reeks like she just put something out seconds ago. Pressing my lips together, I turn to get my side profile. The sales girl holds up some shoes that I know for a fact I will never wear. *This is the one,* Mick says, nodding his approval. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. How did I get talked into this? A whole month has gone by without Hazel in my bed, without her touches. Pathetic
Flying Death 34 - Notice
~Hazel's Point of View~ ~Prom Night~ When I first take a look at myself in the mirror, more dressed up than I’d ever been, a warm feeling of approval falls over me. I feel like a princess, I just need some serious bling. Then just as quickly, the feeling is gone and replaced with nothing but a cold breeze. There’s no amount of shiny things, make up or primping that can fix it. My eyes move to the open window and for a moment I contemplate jumping out of it. Ripping all this fabric from my body so I don’t feel confined. A year ago I loved nothing more than shopping. Getting dolled up. Trying to look my best in case a hot male crossed my path. Going to the prom was high on my bucket list, though you can’t go until at least your third year. Junior and Senior prom. Meaning, no pups usually. I’ll be like one of a small handful that haven’t shifted. But what’s the point of getting all fancy if I have literally nobody to show off too? No male to embrace me, to tell me I’m beautiful. No m
Flying Death 35 - Queen
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I shoot Kylie a sympathetic look as Missile and Klunk both crack open beers and chug them down. Surprisingly, Travis isn’t drinking and he hasn’t taken his hands off my body for a second. Its possessive and I fucking love it. Even if he’s just got his arm around me, it’s weird for people to see it. Kylie makes a face and lightly shakes her head. “I guess it’s still more entertaining than Jeopardy with my mom though this monstrosity is single handedly killing the ozone,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear. I can only grin at that, the female is barking up the wrong tree with this crowd. When Missile lights up a joint, Kylie moves away from him and looks insanely uncomfortable. I need to talk to her, tell her he’s a really good guy. But everyone will hear me and this is a private girl kind of chat. I’ve literally known him my entire life and he’s always been like a brother. I mean, a real brother! Not like a Travis brother… Ugh, yeah whatever. By the
Flying Death 36 - What Hazel Wants
~Punch’s Point of View~ When they announce Hazel as the prom queen, I can only growl and bite my tongue. The shit had to be rigged, there’s no way it wasn’t. Hardly anyone knows Hazel here. She looks like an absolute deer in the headlights, and I can tell she’s waiting for my reaction. For me to tell her it’s okay. Mick demands I let her go, and begins to make me rise. I take her hand and kiss it quickly, pulling her to her feet. I pull her toward the stage and nod my approval with an extremely forced smile. She looks at me, then over at Hector. I’d be lying if I said I was happy to actually see him alive. I really didn't want to kill him, mostly really. Well, once I cooled off about it. But it’s clear now Hazel is mine, more than clear that I’ve staked my claim on her. If he tries anything, he will lose a paw and that shit won’t grow back. *Just keep it cool, she’s coming home with us, just remember that,* Mick warns. The last thing I wanna do is fight at school, and not whe
Flying Death 37 - Simone
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “I’m floating,” I moan, as I rub my fingers between my legs. My head swirls with thoughts of mating, thoughts of Travis marking me. It’s literally making me high, I feel so incredible that when he touches me I think I may very well be possessed. I feel so hot, as if I’ve been laying in the sun all day. It feels incredible, but the ache in my belly needs something more. I moan again, this time in approval when his hands glide up my legs and to my hips. He’s saying something, but it’s like a dream. Everything is swirling and cloudy, but I just need his hands on me. I’m so desperate. “Travis,” I murmur, just as I feel something cool against my face. Now I'm like a mermaid flapping in the water. It’s cool when I’m so hot, so fluid and so-- *Hmmmm, mate,* I hear, making my eyes pop open, only my vision is blurry and I can’t seem to focus it. I try to speak but it’s like something is competing with me. Wanting to talk through me, and my brain short circuits with
Flying Death 38 - Too Late
~Punch’s Point of View~ *My room, twenty minutes, not negotiable,* I say, over mind-link to both Missile and Klunk. They both half assed reply, clearly groggy and sleepy. I fall into a chair and rub my face. When I finally look at Hazel, she’s got her arms crossed and she’s pacing. The anger is practically radiating from her and honestly, it’s a bit terrifying. I feel so many different things at once I’m almost freakishly relaxed because it almost doesn’t seem real. No doubt a long night of solid fucking my mates still has me in a twist. “He said they had you on video, obviously that’s bullshit. Where’s your pack vest at right now,” she asks, dropping to her knees in front of me. I growl and make fists with my hands. Picking up my phone, I dial Buddy. His wolf has the best nose out of any of us. “Reeve, you okay,” the male answers. “Not really. I need you to shift and give my room a thorough deep dive. Especially on and around my bed where I left my vest. The only scents that s
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