Max's POV
They looked so peaceful when they were sleeping. Minus Gazzy's broken arm, Angel's bruise covering her cheek, and Total's bloody paw. They looked...normal.
Just an hour before a mix of a flyboy, and m-geek attacked us off guard. Guess where little ol' me was? In the middle of a brain attack. That's when everyone got hurt. It took me a little bit to recover, but it took less then 30 minutes to beat them all.
I walked to the front of the cave. We overlooked a clear lake, surrounded by a thick, green forest. I glanced back at the flock. Fang was... smiling. So unfangy. Maybe he was dreaming about a girl with red hair. If you know us, you know what I mean. If you don't... go read the other books.
I was thinking when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, ready to kill. To see it was only Fang.
"Hey Max. We need to talk."
"Okkkk"
"i'm just going to come out with it." Uh-oh "(sigh) We need to split."
What he can't do that! "What?! You can't leave. Your my right hand man, my hip to my hop, my peanut butter to my jelly my-"
"MAX! That's not what I mean. I ment, pick the flock or me."
"Fang I don't know, i'll have to think about it-"
I didn't get to finish, he shut me up with a kiss. Then simply walked back and laid down.
I was deep in thought when I heard Max, Maxxxx.. MAX!
I whipped around to see Angel giggling trying not to wake the others.
"Angel! What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep. You looked distant, and far away. In your own little Maxy world"
"Sorry sweetie, what did you want?"
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to take the next shit, you look tired"
"Ok" That reply was quick. Guess I really was tired.
Why am I letting a 6 yr old keep watch you ask? Well she can read minds, control them, breath underwater, and talk to fish. Want one? Ask Santa, I'm sure he'll bring you one.
I went to lay down at the only empty space, by Fang.
I felt him wrap his arm around my waist, rub between my wings, and entwine his legs in mine.
I had a lot to think about. And I think I have the answer to Fang's question.