This is my first Fanfiction I have deemed worthy of publishing.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. JAMES PATTERSON OWNS ALL OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. THE TITLE MAY BE AN EXAGERATION, I DON'T KNOW YET (BUT PROBABLY IS)

This story is set after the end of Fang: if Fang never came back. Well, I guess that means I have to start writing now.

Chapter 1

I gazed hazily at the ceiling. Once again. I guess this mean another sleepless night for me. I haven't had much sleep since he left. How could he think this was better for the flock? It's been three months and we've barely done anything. Surprisingly, no-one has decided we're worth killing yet. Maybe it's all to do with my hostile attitude towards everything. Then again, maybe it isn't.

I heard footsteps coming up to the door. This gave me a fright. Of course it did. I could've been an Eraser, an evil scientist or anyone/anything else in the long list of 'Things and People Who Hate Me', or so I thought hated me.

The door creaked open. It was mum. Valencia Martinez. She was one of the only great things about my life left. Other than the flock, that is. And my little half-sister, Ella. Come to think of it, the only thing I really lost in this mess was Fang. I felt like a lot more.

He was my best friend, right hand man, soul mate. I'd known him essentially for my whole existence. From when we were both locked up in dog crates to the day of the wedding: the day he left. He left leaving me a note. He had poured his whole existence into it. The love he felt for so many years.

"Hey Max," she said soothingly.

Just then, I burst into tears. I hated it when I did that, which has actually been happening quite a lot lately. I hated these fits of emotion. I was supposed to be a leader, yet I seemed so weak. I wasn't that fearless leader everyone used to see. I was just a mess, to put it simply.

"It's alright," she whispered, stroking my back. It reminded me of him. I stopped crying, but continued to sniff.

I was happy that I had found mum. I was happy that she cared about me and was the parent I looked my whole life for. On the other hand, there's my dad. I don't know what to think of him.

He rescued me from the School, but he turned of us. I want to trust him now, but I just can't. Not after what he did to me: To us.