Chapter 1
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Max's POV
Wow, it's been a long few weeks without Fang. After our little happy reunion, we decided to go on vacation by ourselves. After all of that time missing each other, it's all been good.
"Max?"
We'd been flying over the Mexican shore. So far, he'd been stoic. Like always.
"Yeah, dude?"
"Thanks for coming back."
"Aw, c'mon, I begged you to get to Itex. So, it's sorta payback for making you miss out on the action."
"So lemme get this straight--you and Ari were siblings?" he gave me a look of disbelief.
"Yeah," I sighed, "If I would have known, I wouldn't have tried to kill him. If he would have known, he would have never obeyed their orders."
"I know." He looked away from me. He's probably upset that he judged Ari too quickly. Oh well, Fang is my best friend. Ari was my half brother.
Suddenly I felt a pain in my gut. And it wasn't that heart-wrenching feeling I get when Fang's sad. Or when somebody mentions Ari.
"Fang," I said, "Check if there's an expiration date on my neck."
He looked rather carefully, flying over me with his large dark wings. "Nope. Thank God."
I was relieved, but still was in immense pain. What could go wrong? I mean, I never get any pain when a member of the flock's in trouble...
Or do I?