Page 31 of Lightning Strikes

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“You’veneverbeen on a plane before?” My mom is gaping at Angela with confusion and amusement as we all chuckle.

“Nope. At least, not that I can ever recall. We never left Idaho until we piled in my dad’s van and drove all the way here to Prescott.” She stares straight ahead and clears her throat. “So, it’ll be a first for me. I’m nervous… yet excited.” We check in at the counter and we eventually find the correct gate. I let the ladies get settled as I stretch my arms over my head.

“We still have about an hour, anyone want any food or drinks?” They shake their heads and begin to have a low conversation. I shrug and walk around the airport. I have a beer at the bar, grab a pizza, and then head to a shop and pick up a comfortable sweatshirt for Angela, along with a handful of magazines and a ginger ale just in case she gets nauseous on the plane.

I’ve been reading up onhumanpregnancies, and my mother filled in the rest. Since we technically have magic, a female’s wolf lends her strength and soul to the pup, hence why the females cannot shift. Only partially in certain circumstances. Humans are pregnant for just under ten months, while shifters deliver after six.

What’s the uncommon factor is Ang’s healing powers… which mom doesn’t know about. She could have the pup early and I have no fucking idea how to explain that without outing her. I place everything in bags and head back to the gate, sitting down to eat my meal as the females continue to gossip.

“What do you think, Mac?”

I hum and look up with furrowed brows. “About what?” I swallow another slice of pizza and chug a bottle of water while I wait for them to explain.

Mom huffs and shakes her head. “You weren’t listening at all?” She frowns at me and wraps her arm around Ang. “I’ll have a talk with my boy, Angela. I’ll get him back in line.”

They chuckle and go back to ignoring me. I roll my eyes as I gather my mess before standing back up to find a trash can. “Well, excuse me again, ladies. I will be promptly be stepping away to find a receptacle bin. Is there anything either of you require?” I bow low and keep my head down as they groan and shake their heads at me.

“Be gone, servant man. Come hence forth back whence the flying carriage is to be departing.” Angela waves her hand around with a sniff and we all laugh as I walk away. I also have to turn away and fix my hard cock into a position that ensures no one will be able to notice. Much. I’d do anything to be a servant of her body again.

“Gate four-oh-two is ready for departure.”A feminine voice crackles through the speakers, I pick up Ang’s purse and carry-on before we get in line.

“So… How small are these things? Will there be room to relax? It’s going to be a long flight.” She riddles off rapid fire questions and I shrug.

“Mom wanted business class, but I got us all first-class. More room, more food options, and we have personal TV’s to peruse.” Mom gasps and smacks my back.

“I didn’t want you spending that much money, you little shit.” She whispers into my ear and I chuckle as I hand her, her ticket.

“Too bad, ma. Enjoy.”

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“Finally.” Angela huffs as we step out of the airport, glancing around for any shifters that are holding up a sign for us… Not that it should give us any trouble since everyone around us are human, we can just smell for the shifters. I pluck up her bags from her hands and wink at her as I lead her forward, towards the musky scents of the wolves to the left. There are two men standing beside a large, black SUV with a sign that says, ‘Welcome to New York, Miller and Daniels Family.’Well… that’s better than ‘Pack Healer’ or ‘Pack Prescott’ to confuse the poor humans.

I step up in front of Ang and my mom and nod to the males. “Mac, Angela, and Ella.” I use my hand to wave in between us. “How far is the drive?” One of the males smiles as he opens up the trunk to help me place all of our luggage in the back.

“I’m Russell and that’s Paul. It’s about an hour drive to the main community.” We get settled in the back seat and Angela huffs, closing her eyes after I help her buckle up. She’s always been severely independent and sends me a scathing glare when I pulled the belt around her, but I just smiled and she gave up.

Well, at least for now. Especially since she’s exhausted and had bouts of nausea during the flight. She chugged the ginger ale and nibbled on a couple bags of pretzels to help ease her stomach.

The driver, Russell, is a bit smaller than me but seems strong enough. Telling the ages of shifters is impossible since we age so slowly, if at all. Our pack is too small to truly gauge the longevity… and our education was subpar at best. Something to ask Angela since she grew up in a larger pack and worked with a pack doctor… healer.

His black hair is slicked back and he’s wearing a tight black t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. He has dark brown eyes that keep checking on us in the rear-view mirror, but I’m not scenting anything nefarious or sinister from him. I still keep my hand on Angela’s leg, just in case.

Or I just really want to touch her. Feel her. Smell her. Have her wrapped around me. Fuck.

The male beside Russell, Paul, has his eyes closed and his head tipped back. He looks younger than Russell, and has bright blonde hair, hazel eyes, and is dressed in the exact same attire as Russell, yet Paul is leaner and taller.

“Well, boys. What can you tell us about your pack? The alpha went over how you spread out over the entire state and have the community that is gated and safe… What jobs are available for females?”

Paul blinks open his eyes and twists in his seat to nod to us. “There are plenty of available jobs for everyone. In the community, we have boutiques, gardens, green houses, shops, and restaurants if you’re interested. It really truly depends on your personal hobbies and what you’re interested in. We do need a new seamstress if that’s your thing.”

He turns back around as my mom hums, pulling out her notebook from her purse and begins to write down her thoughts. She’s always done that, she’s extremely organized. I bet that would go to better use in the pack, maybe the alpha or his mate need an assistant or secretary.

I’ll keep that to myself for now.

“How are you feeling?” I whisper in Angela’s eat and she groans.

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