Hey! It's Alian and Alyss Carter! We're new here; this is our first story on fanfic. Enjoy! By the way, this is Max POV.

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Chapter One: Rain

I hate rain. Sure, it may be good for the flowers and trees and plats, but guess what? I'm not a plant. I'm not leafy, I'm not green, and I don't like rain.

Sure, there are times when it seems like wings are the best things that have ever happened to me. Those are the times when I can drift on a thermal, and the sun's shining, maybe there's a cool breeze from the northeast, and my flock's around me, and we're safe...

Unfortunately, now is not one of those times.

Fang glided beside me quietly. Almost too quietly. If it weren't for my raptor vision, I wouldn't be able to see him through all this rain coming down.

"Someone's in a cheery mood." he remarked. I glared at him.

"You'd be in a bad too if you were flying in the rain!" I snapped back. A chuckle came from my other side. I glanced at Iggy, his wing brushing against mine. His blind eyes were unerringly focused on mine.

"I hate to break it to you, Max, but we have been flying in the rain."

"Yeah, Max, when are we going to stop? We've been flying for hours and hours and I'm hungry. We haven't eaten since that dumpster behind that McDonald's a while ago, and I only had those three salads and the..." Nudge rambled on, her curly black hair sticking up around her face comically. I sighed. We were all getting hungry and the younger ones were tired. Angel's head was already drooping.

"I'm fine Max. You don't have to worry about me." Angel's large blue eyes gazed at me, as if reading my very soul... Actually that might not be far from the truth. Angel giggled, then her nose wrinkled. She veered away from the rest of the flock. I was about to call her back, when an unmistakable odor wafted in front of my nose.

"Gazzy!" That little... He'd let loose one of his many unfortunate occurrences. I gagged, holding my nose and moved to the side. As I did, something caught my eye.

Far below me, I could see a wolf. Now to your average Avian-American, this wouldn't matter very much., but the flock and I had had some very bad experiences concerning wolves. Not to mention that this wolf was huge!

And another thing. This wolf? He was stalking prey.

The prey in question? A little girl.

Dun, Dun, Dun! Who is the wolf? Who is the girl? Will Max kick some serious but? Find in the next chapter! Please, R&R!