Hey guys! I know I haven't updated for two weeks but I've been really busy! I'm going to try and update more often.

Alright, so I really like writing from Angel's POV but I think that after two chapters in her POV that you guys would get tired of it. I'm going back to Max's POV for about two chapters… maybe. Anyway enjoy the chapter!

Yawn. Gosh, flying a hundred miles really can wipe ya out. Bree was falling behind and was now in third after Fang. So the line up consisted of me in the front, followed by Fang, Bree, Iggy, Chris, Gazzy, and Nudge. We had been flying for about ten hours and the younger ones weren't going to last much longer.

"Alright guys! We have another twenty miles till the net closest town. Hang in there." I said and got several groans and a smile from Bree. I put the break on and let Fang take the lead.

"You doing ok?" I asked Bree. She had been quiet most of the trip and I knew she must be worried sick. I mean I know I was. My poor baby Angel…

"Yeah I'm good. What about you? I know it must be hard to lose someone you really care about. I mean you lost Jeb…"

"How do you know about that?" I asked surprised she knew about Jeb. Let alone he was dead.

"Uh well," she started to say but then a gunshot rung the air.

I head a shrill scream and winced even though it came from about four hundred feet below.

"Max," Fang warned but I had already made my decision. I tucked in my wings and dived past him and Bree followed easily. A little girl with long black hair came into view. She had bright red drizzling down her right arm. Blood.