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50 - Determined
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~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
Flying Death 56 - Closure
~Kylie’s Point of View~ My dad always said the best way to kill someone would be a snake bite. Literally no one would ever suspect it to be from a shifter, it would be a clean kill. No forensics, no autopsy. Just a poor bastard in the wrong place at the wrong time. A true shapeshifter is still basically a myth to most. That’s partly why I chose to show the pack because your own eyes can’t lie. Though I’d never killed anyone and sure as hell never imagined I would. But it’s beyond personal now. My dad’s terrified face has been in my head non stop and it keeps coming along with little shivers all through me. When I lunge at the first male he screams bloody murder and takes off running. I waste no time darting at the other, and when I slither up his foot and bite his leg, he goes down immediately. Snakes unfortunately have piss poor eyesight and not the best hearing, but I don’t need it thankfully. The vibrations from the pounding of feet are obvious and I now know there are two male
Flying Death 57 - I Dare You
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Flying Death 58 - Keep Your Enemies Closer
~Travis’ Point of View~ Sitting and waiting for court to start with all kinds of people staring at you, hell some are even drawing me for whatever reason … It's a new level of testing my sanity. *I’ve got a good feeling about today! Bruce is wearing his Mr. Arrogant Suit,* Mick chirps. I have several different lawyers and they’re each handling different parts of the trial though it makes no difference to me. I’m hoping like hell today is the last day and it’s all behind me. It better be. I’ve been meeting with them every couple of days for months pawing over every single detail of not only what the humans have and are going to say, but what we want the narrative to be. Everyone that set me up is now dead so really, the only option is to say it was self defense. I know I’m hardly a straight arrow but dear Goddess, please don’t strike me dead for what I’m about to say when I testify. When the judge and jury are seated, my attorney calls Mona as my character witness. I can tell she
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