Max POV

We arrived back at the Cullen's about 2 hours after we left. On the way home, Nudge and Gazzy begged me to stop for ice cream, each giving their own version of Bambi Eyes.

So we went because I was unable to resist. Sadly we chose a place where a not-so-cute guy working the ordering machine just had to flirt with me. Twice the guy tried to slip me his number. Shish, was the guy delusional?

After nasty flirty guy, I finally got the younger portion of the flock to go back to Forks.

We landed in the Cullen's yard without another incident and tucked our wings into our backs before going inside the house.

Alice, on hearing the door, ran down the stairs and stopped before us, a blur of movement. I wonder if that's what I look like when I fly with super speed. She smiled with a glint of shiny teeth and said, "Cool haircuts. I almost wish my hair would bleach so I could do some colors like all of you. Did you have fun?"

I looked down at her small, petite form and smiled. "Yeah, Alice, it was kind of fun. Do you see anything in store for us today?" I asked with a touch of knowingness. She gave me the hint of a glare, then went still and concentrated on her visions. Alice's smile went away, turning into a frown, and she sighed.

"I can't see anything; you will be with the pack, and I can't see them in my visions. However, I see you," she said, nodding at me, "getting a new discovery that will make you seem like one of the family. And same with you, Fang."

Just then, Nessy came skipping into the house, followed by Bella and Jake.

"Hey Max, guess what?" Bella asked me.

"Hmm?"

"Tonight is the La Push pack's bonfire. My family is going. How about yours? Sound interesting?"

"Sound good, guys?" I asked my flock.

The younger half nodded enthusiastically, while Iggy gave a semi-evil grin, probably thinking about what mischief he could come upon at a bonfire, and Fang just nodded.

"Iggy and Gazzy, no bombs tonight, got it?"

"Aww, Max. Please!" Iggy begged. "I want to give people a show to remember me by! Besides, it's not like I'll be able to see anything anyway."

"Fine, but if anyone gets injured, it's your head," I said, going against my better judgment. It was probably the last time they would get to goof off before we went to destroy the school we were created in.

His blind eyes lit up. "Yes!" Iggy and Gazzy slapped hands, Iggy with amazing accuracy.

"You two make bombs?" Jake asked with an incredulous tone.

"Yeah. Gazzy gets what I need because I can't read the labels, and then I construct the bomb and BOOM! My personal favorite was Big Boy. I used it 4 years ago blowing up a cabin. Gazzy said it was an awesome explosion!"

"Wait, let me get this strait: you are blind, and you make bombs? How crazy is that!"

"Well, look at it this way. Now you can truthfully say you have met a blind pyromaniac!" Iggy exclaimed.

"Very cool," Jake replied. Then he looked the rest of us over. "Any other special gifts, besides the pyro, little mind reader and smart-ass over there?" he asked, nodding at Angel and me in turn.

"Language, do you mind? Angel is only 8."

"And I'm 16. So what?"

"Jerk. Okay, guys, I'm out. See you later." I walked off, leaving the vampires, Halfling, and werewolf with my flock. I was on the edge of the Cullen's front field, when I heard the door open and close again. I turned and saw Fang. "Hey."

He gave a small smile and came to where I was. I sat against a tree and he took a seat beside me, leaning his head back against the tree bark with his eyes closed. I looked up into the leaves of the tree and through them saw the clouds, heavy with unshed rain. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

That's when I heard the breath behind me, soft but there. I rolled over into a crouch facing the undergrowth where the sound came from. There! Eyes peeking out, a chocolate brown. A small rustle sounded to my left and I saw Fang crouched there, also facing the eyes.

The eyes slowly got taller, increasing to my shoulder height. I kept my glare as both Fang and I rose from our crouches. We looked down on the eyes and I saw a wolf, a big, chocolate brown werewolf.

It took a step forward, and Fang gave a feral growl, deep in his throat. If I hadn't faced much worse in my 16 years of life, I might have been quaking in my boots.

The wolf just took another step forward, as if Fang wasn't scary at all. It must have thought that since Fang looked human, he was no match for a full-grown werewolf.

When the wolf took a third step to us, Fang growled again, but to the same effect. When I felt the wolf's damp breath on my collarbone from a foot away, Fang raised his right fist. He opened his hand, fingers slightly curled, and slashed the wolf as if his nails would damage it through the tough pelt.

A moment passed with nothing happening, and then the wolf howled and jumped back in pain, blood rushing in a spurt from its cheek where Fang sliced.

I reached down to Fang's right hand, resting at his side, and lifted it up to my eyelevel. There, protruding from his fingertips, were talons, 5 of them, red with blood of the werewolf.

Cliffy! There is a chance I will get around to posting another chapter today, but until then a cliffy it shall remain! Just please click that reviewing button and I will be a happy camper! (Okay, I typed this at 133, dont give me a hard time. THERE IS NO COFFEE! TeeHee!)

Moony