Max POV

There is absolutely no better feeling then flying above everything and everyone, I swear. It almost makes it all worth it, except not really. It doesn't quite make up for losing Fang and… and Angel. I swallow, trying not to think of my baby. How could she leave me?

Desperate to get rid of my seriously depressing thoughts, I surge ahead. Naturally, I hear some other wings beating behind me. Of course, I think. It's my personal stalker, Mr. Perfect.

I spin around, anger twisting through me. I know it's not Dylan's fault about the ones I lost, but, well, if he can't deal with me when I'm mad at the world it's his problem. "Will you stop-" I freeze, because it isn't Dylan behind me. It's the world possibly quietest helicopter, with a gun pointing out. The last thing I can think before a overwhelming pain hits me shoulder is I'd prefer Dylan. He'd go down easier.

And then I am going down, and a dark shadow drives me unconscious.

Dylan POV

I wasn't stalking her, really. I was seriously just glancing up every once in a while from my chess game with Iggy (Dang, he was good). But thank goodness I was because at one point, when Ig almost had checkmate, a creepy looking helicopter came out of NOWHERE and shot her. I'd bet my life on it that it wasn't there a second ago, but it appeared, and Max was going down.

I bolted out of my seat, with Iggy yelling after me. "Max is down," I called back, launching myself into the air. I sped after her, my heart beating twice the speed it normally did. That's saying something, considering I'm, you know, a mutant hybrid and all that. I managed to catch up to her just before she hit the ground. I slid my arms under her, gasping from the flight. I was still a newbie, after all.

My mind went blank when I saw Max's face. She was unconscious, and her face had a green twinge around it. How had this happened?! My mind screamed at me. Max is the ultimate, the best- And she wouldn't be freaking out like this. I swallowed once, regaining my composure, and lowered her to the ground.

"What," said a voice in my ear, "the heck, Dylan?! What's going on, what happened?"

"Iggy," I said. My voice sounded eerily calm, but perhaps that was just to balance the insanity roaring inside me. "Who's the flock's best healer?"

"Oh, God." Iggy said, sounding horrified. "Max is hurt? Like- really hurt?"

"Who?"

"Fang, definitely." Iggy replied. Oh, perfect, I thought. Fang, the one who left. The one who happens not to be here to help Max. Iggy then seemed to realize what he'd voiced, and amended it to "Well, maybe Nudge…"

"No," I said in the same weirdly calm tone. "If Fang's the best, we'll just have to get him."

"Will he come?" Iggy nervously. Oh, sure. Like I know him so well I can predict his every moment.

"Oh, he'll come. For her. He will" He better.