Prologue:
The arched form of a young adolescent was hidden, out of sight, in one of the many trees that surrounded the clearing. From this level he had a clear view of all the Flock as they sat round the fire, roasting whatever they could find in the flames. The boy almost grinned when he thought of what his plan would do to them, in less than a few hours he would have his prize and they would be left clueless. Clutching the branch next to him, he threw himself into the air and spread his wings wide; he blew a kiss back to where his love was waiting and muttered
"Don't worry my sweet; I'll be back before dawn."
Tonight, Maximum Ride would be his.
He could hardly wait.