Max P.O.V
Why was I doing this? For Fang. Did I have to do this? Yes. Why? For Fang. It felt like the last twenty-four hours had all been for Fang. The worrying, crying, sulking, screaming, thinking. All for Fang. And he was all worth it. I wouldn't let Fang die for anything. I wasn't prepared to let Fang die. I shouldered my backpack. Angel looked like a little trooper now. She had been balling her eyes out earlier, now she was fit for flight. Iggy was sitting on the edge of the bed, checking everyone's knives, flipping them in and out, sharpening. God, he looked lethal.
Gazzy had a hand resting on the windowsill, begging me with his eyes to let us go. I did a quick 360, and nodded for everyone to line up behind Gazzy at the window. Gazzy leaped out, followed by Nudge, Angel, Iggy, and finally, me. I snapped out my wings, to realize it was snowing. Big, wet, soppy flakes of snow were falling down, landing with a near plopping sound on the ground below. How wonderful. Perfect flying conditions. Yeah, right.
"Dammit. I can't hear anything. The snow muffles it all." Iggy growled in my ear. He hooked a finger in my belt-loop. Poor Ig. The Montana stage-five-blizzard was just starting. Of course, we were completely uninformed. Nope, don't tell the bird kids. Sure.
Nudge had Angel's hand wrapped in her tight grasp. Gazzy was floating over Iggy and I and Total was flying next to Angel. The snow started falling thicker and thicker. I couldn't see anyone, not even Iggy, who was right freaking next to me.
"Everyone huddle up!" I screamed into the wind, which was tearing at my face. It whistled in my ears, and I could barely hear what I had said. No reply. I reached back and felt for Iggy's thin fingers in my belt loop. They were gone. How do I not know these things? I realized that my hands were freezing. Like little ice cubes against the fleece of my pockets. I stuffed them deeper into my wind-breaker pockets.
"Nudge! Angel! Gazzy, Iggy? Total?" I shrieked. Nothing. I lost them. I had no way of knowing where they were.
"NUDGE! ANGEL! GAZZY! IGGY! TOTAL!" I yelled even louder. The wind just took it away, letting it float off in the distance. I tucked in my wings, and dove slightly for the ground. The wind ripped the control of my steeped dive into a freefall, and I was suddenly plummeting down to Earth. I opened my wings, but they were torn by the wind, the torsion making them stretch painfully from their sockets. I held out my arms; spread my legs in a spread-eagle position with wings wide open. I tried to close them, but they were frozen. Freaking frozen in place. I couldn't pull them in. Not an inch. Oh, goody.
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