Scott Tracy Thunderbirds Novels & Stories

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

He had curled into a ball, waiting for the final blow, when the kicking suddenly stopped. He had looked up through a swollen eye to see a young Travis Thorne. Even then, Travis had that cold, unwavering stare. He hadn't said a word, he had simply stepped between Storm and the bullies. When one of them tried to lunge, Travis had floored him with a single, brutal punch. "Get up," Travis had said, reaching out a hand. "In Silverstone, we don't stay down." Storm’s hand, now bloodied and mangled, twitched against the van floor. Travis had saved him that day. He had brought him back into the estate, and trained him until Storm became the deadliest blade in the Alpha’s arsenal.

He left with the nurses, leaving us in the soft hum of machines. I squeezed Scott’s hand tighter. “You scared the hell out of me, man. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” His eyelids trembled, and for the first time, tears spilled down the corners of his eyes. He mouthed one word. Thanks. Something twisted in my chest. Scott had no family here, no mother; she’d died when he was a kid. His father was off chasing missionary work, too busy saving strangers to sit at his only son’s bedside. Which meant it was just me. Always me. My day one. And I’d do anything to make sure he recovered, even if I had to fly him to India to fix his arm.

My breathing quickens and my palms become sweaty as I sit here in wonder. "Oh, I've already been imagining it, Trig." "Fucking the two of you? I never thought about it." "Haven't you learned by now, little bird, never to say the word never? You're in for a fucking shock then, cus Trig and I are gonna fucking ruin you...I'll make sure you fucking know who you belong to, little bird." Both Scotty and Brixton look at me like I'm a piece of fucking meat, which causes a nervous blush to take control of my cheeks.

He was shooting right alongside the rest of them, but he was so much slower than the LIGHTS team members, there simply didn’t seem to be any way that he could keep himself from getting killed or at least maimed. “Watch out, Jo!” Scott shouted from her right. Jo didn’t know what that meant until it was too late. A large bird-like creature swooped down, aiming for her head. Jo dodged aside slightly just as the claws raked over the side of her face. Furious as pain filled her head, she reached up and grabbed hold of the bird’s wing and yanked it out of the air, slamming it onto the ground and shooting it. “Son of a bitch!” she muttered, blood dripping down into her eyes. Scott’s blue glow hit h

I just love being a wolf. “What happened to Travis? I thought he was in the house at the outskirts of the coven," I asked angrily, remembering that I did not see Travis before escaping Burke's men. “We thought so too, boss, but this doesn't seem like Burke. He is not that smart to go know our hideout; I think you were being followed," Scott said, scratching the back of his head. He looked at Travis's body, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. I won't blame him, Travis and Scott became best friends after Burke crowned Travis a betrayal. Scott and Travis had done a lot of things together and they vowed to kill Burke and bring back Travis's Children to the pack.

Any pain would be worth it to have his mate with him the rest of his life. The moon was in sight and was affecting Tracy already. She couldn't explain why she felt the way she did. She'd always been shy, and after several months with Gary's pack, she was downright petrified of males. While earlier she had been frightened of her own shadow, her only thoughts now were on the male next to her.

Once Trent walked through those gates, there was no turning back. Trent waved as he drove by. And he didn't leave alone. His two best friends, Marc and Darren, came with him, refusing to be left behind, stating, "Like hell are we letting you have all the fun and scars," because, as Marc added, "Chicks dig scars." Of course, their kind didn't scar easily, with silver and the mating bite about the only things that could permanently mark them, but that didn't dissuade his best buds. God, he loved the stupid bastards. In many respects, they were closer to him than his own brother.

The more I read through them, the more my stomach churned inside out! It was a little after noon when Trinity arrived with Mr. Scott at the mansion. As soon as her eyes fell on me, she ran to me and pulled me in a bone crushing hug. It was right then when I realized i needed someone to lean on, and that someone couldn't be Tiger or Lil Panther because this was all my fault. They had their own emotions to work on! Trinity rocked me like a good sister she was until I was finally calm. After crying my eyes to a splitting headache, we sat down and made a thorough plan of how we were going to take care of Lloyd and the damage he has created.

“Hmmm. Okay. I hope it is something you like and be happy about.” He laughed. “Jacquelyn, I will love anything you give me.” I hope so. ------ Carter was changing into his uniform in the station’s locker room. Williamson was due back tomorrow. He was bringing his brother Scott back home with him. Scott was on leave because he got shot in the arm in the line of duty in Ohio. He had pulled a guy over for a broken tail light. As soon as Scott had gotten out of the car, the driver had jumped out of his vehicle and started firing. Scott had been hit, but he was still able to return fire. He killed the driver. Scott hadn’t known it at the time, but there was an unconscious teenage girl in the tru