43 - Smooth

~Travis’ Point of View~

“When can I fucking leave,” I snarl, pounding my fist on the table.

“I’m doing my best Mr. Dennison,” the lawyer insists.

Mr. Dennison. Fucknig hell. Even Dozer’s father didn’t go by that name, we’re just not formal people.

While the same law firm has represented our pack for decades it seems like they don’t even know us. But then again, there’s only so much we’re willing to tell outsiders. Their firm has a mix of shifters and humans and in my current predicament that is a good thing.

I rub my face in annoyance. It’s been three days since Hazel was in my arms, since the smell of her sweet arousal filled my nose and coated my tongue. I cannot fucking wait anymore.

“What is the hold up,” I say, trying to use a nicer voice.

“You kind of pissed off the judge, well Hazel did but it's all the same to the humans,” he defends.

“You know damn well there was nothing about that she could have stopped or controlled,” I growl, jumping to my feet and getting in his fa