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47 - Two Faces
Sareeooooh yeah! The next chapter will be later today and I'm going to move back a bit to give you Missile and Kylie's perspectives. Then the stories will merge back together! Thank you for reading!
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Flying Death 48 - Mystery
~~I promise that Hazel and Travis’ story will continue, just going to add in some more point of views!~~ ~Flash Back, Prom Night~ ~Missile’s Point of View~ “Dude when you’ve had the hottest strippers in all of Flyer’s territory, a little mousey high school girl ain’t gonna do nothing for me,” I whine. But really, I’m happy to help out my bro. I’m just going to make sure he knows this is still a favor. Having the Reeve owe me is definitely a good thing. But come on, I’m 21 and don’t belong at a high school prom. I don’t even know this chick has shifted yet, or what grade she’s in. I have to imagine 17 like Hazel. “She’s not… I mean… totally unfortunate… Maybe you guys can talk about crayons, markers or something. She changes her hair color like every week and you’re covered in colors…” he trails off, as the car pulls up to a modest two-story house. It’s in a quiet neighborhood where I know most of the people from our factory live. I shoot Punch a look that is more like a warning
Flying Death 49 - Conditions
*Still Prom Night* ~Kylie’s Point of View~ “Yo can I get a swig of that,” I say, pointing at the flask Jules is holding. She shrugs and I throw back a quick drink then instantly regret it. I swallow hard, then blow out a massive breath as the burn goes all the way down, its never ending. “Gin?? How fucking old are you? Did you raid your great-grandfather’s liquor cabinet,” I squeal, then move toward the refreshment table for some punch. The female just looks at me like I’m the weirdo. It’s been about an hour of the weirdest night imaginable and right now as I watch Hazel and Hector dance, yeah … I needed a drink. I have no idea what is even going on, I can’t get that kiss out of my head. I’ve danced with Levi once since then, and it was basically a staring contest until I caved and put my head on his chest. His wolf said hello every time I did it, and I felt like it was a secret he was giving away. A tell that he likes me. His wolf likes me. He can’t hide that. A part of me
Flying Death 50 - Determined
*Still Prom Night* ~Missile’s Point of View~ SMACK SMACK “Uhh! Ohhh! More! Yeah! Again,” she screams, as I pound into her impossibly tight heat. Goddess this girl is so fucking sexy. She’s crazy flexible too, maybe she used to be a gymnast? I was in NO way complaining when she put her feet behind her head. SMACK SMACK “You like that little female? You like me leaving my hand on your ass,” I say, as I feel her walls tighten around my dick for probably the sixth time tonight. She shudders and I feel her skin break out into goosebumps. I grip her hips and thrust like a jack rabbit, the sounds of our skin slapping filling the room. This is more of a work out than I’ve had in far too long but I desperately need it and it seems like she does too. *Ohh she loves it, even though I weirdly can’t communicate in any way with her animal it’s like I can read her in other ways. I can’t explain it,* Asher says. “YES! Ohh Goddess,” she cries out, just as she begins to come. I grab the out
Flying Death 51 - Quality Time
~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
Flying Death 52 - REVEAL
~Missile’s Point of View~ ~The Next Night~ “What all do you know about Kylie,” I ask Hazel, as we all eat dinner. She gives me a knowing look and I’m half ready to throw mashed potatoes at her. When she grins a mile long I load up my fork. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Mona shouts, from down the table. “Thanks mom,” Hazel chides. Punch smiles but stays out of it. “She’s a really good friend but I guess I don’t know much,” Hazel finally says. I lean back and rub my face, then check my texts. Kylie hasn’t answered me about going out tonight, and if she doesn’t soon I’m just going over there. I hated to leave her last night, but it was hardly like I had a choice in the matter. If she took it personally I definitely need to set the record straight. *Tell her that you’re picking her up for a movie and you’ll be over soon, then she’ll answer,* Asher says, puffing out his chest. I do as he said, and sure enough within a few seconds there are bubbles that indicate she’s typing. “You
Flying Death 53 - Free
~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
Flying Death 54 - Invaded
~Missile’s Point of View~ I pause when I’m nearly ready to thrust into my mate, ready to complete the mating bond. Kylie’s words about condoms ring in my head. It’s a catch 22 situation because you can’t fully bond until you have unprotected sex, but there’s always a risk. She senses my dilemma and sits up to hold my face. “It’s far from my fertile time, I’ll risk it but we’ll have to talk about other times,” she says, as Asher sighs in relief. There’s a full moon soon enough and if he can’t lay his seed in her, he damn well will try to on that night. I’ve literally never had sex without a condom, it’s far too great a risk to take. I pray I don’t blow after ten seconds cause I know this is going to be the best sex of my life. Without any hesitation I thrust into her tight heat, her body already waiting to meet my thrust. The way we mold together, fit together, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. This female is mine, now and forever. I’ll finally get my true family. My bro
Flying Death 55 - Push Through
~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
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