Fang PoV
I haven't slept.
I finally sunk to my knees in exhaustion.
This is what it was like with Dylan. We searched and searched. But we couldn't find him. And we lost hope after awhile. I mean we had tried, but a year went by with nothing. What were we supposed to do? Day and night we had searched, but we never found Dylan.
Max was so stressed out. She hardly ate, rarely slept and she lost a good 20 pounds. She never let up.
One day she was so freaked out and I couldn't calm her so to shut her up, I kissed her.
And she kissed back.
And we just kept kissing.
And kissing.
She finally got some sleep that night. And the next day she stopped searching. It had been a year and three days. She finally gave up. I felt so bad.
I loved her so much. I had loved her from the moment I met her. Cliche right? Yeah, I know. But what was done was done.
I 'm not going to stop looking until I find her.
Alive or... Yeah...
Max PoV
"We have to go get him. Now," I demanded. I don't care if i was sick or dying. Or I had 3 broken ribs- I needed Fang.
"I don't know where he is. I am sorry Max, but you need to rest," He said looking me in the eye.
I stood up, squinting, a little. But I walked over to his door, and spun on my heel. Staring back at Dylan.
"I am going to find Fang."
"Max," God, what now Dylan...
"Dylan, how long have I been out?" I only figured a few days. Maybe 4 or 5 at most.
"You first woke up after 19 days. Then went back to bed for another day. This is your twenty-first day here."
My jaw dropped. 21 days. Now I definitely need to find Fang. He was probably loosing his mind.
I ran getting my combat boots on and my wind breaker, thanking Ella and Dr. M in the process. And then I ran out the door. Opening my wings, and flying.
Apparently I was being followed, by none other than Dylan himself. Of course.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped at Dylan when he was right beside him.
"I know where I found you, meaning Fang is probably there too."
God, I hated that even though he was probably right. Fang would be where I last was. And I needed Dylan, he was lucky to not only to get super sight, but super smell too. Maybe he could track down Fang, if we couldn't find him right away.
I can't remember why I even liked Dylan. But I needed Fang now. I love him.
Fang PoV
I woke up in some weird room.
Kinda grey. And dark.
Oh no.
No.
NO!
There was blue peeling wall paper.
And I was tied into a chair. My wrists bloody, and my face hurt. I heard a low growl. Like a canine, but deeper. I turned my head and two feet from me was a big wolf, dark-ish brown. It turned to pounce on, then it crashed into me causing me to hit the cement.
But instead of hitting the cement, I melted, like liquid, sinking into the ground, it molding around me, still crushing but not as painful.
Then I was running through woods, it was thick, and hard to see, my wings gone, or broken, I couldn't tell. It's like there were painfully numb. The tree branches whacking my face each one stinging, but I kept running. Then something shot me. And I was laying on a field ravens picking at me, each little peck more painful than the last until it felt like bullets piercing my skin. Over and over. I was unable to move, glued to the ground, they ate my eyes out.
After that there was bugs crawling all over me. I tried to swipe them off, but after a while I just let the eat me away.
Goodbye, Max, I love you.
Always.
Max PoV
After four hours, Dylan finally caught Fangs scent, apparently he smelled much like rain. Weird, I always thought Fang smelled like honey.
We flew as far as we could be fore eventually falling into the woods before it became to thick to see then we ran the rest of the way. And I didn't care if my feet were hurting, or my chest killing me, or my wings absolutely throbbing, I was going to let Fang know I was okay. That I was safe.
I saw a body, and then I sprinted. Running faster than ever. That can't be Fang.
Please don't be Fang, I begged. Please. Please.
But it was Fang. And when I stopped, I sank to my knees.
"Dylan, get water, stat." I yelled back, then he ran, soon flying.
I just rocked back and forth with Fangs head in my lap. His face was bloody, and bruised. Thousands of little red marks covered his face and body. I didn't see his chest move. So I don't know if he's breathing.
I kissed his swollen lips, maybe it would wake him.
But it didn't.
"It's okay, Fang, I'm here. Shh, shh, shh. I'm here, I'm here." I just kept repeating it, but I think I was comforting more myself than I was him, I didn't even know if he could hear me.
He didn't move, and I didn't know where Dylan was anymore. So I laid down next to Fang's body, he needed to be alive, but I put my head on his chest, and cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Please Fang.
Please.