My senses leaped to almost unheard of levels as Fang hit the ground. I was already pumped up with adrenaline, which heightened them, and the pain from my left arm sharpened it even more. A pack member in danger was the only thing left to enhance my senses.

"Fang!" The sound left all of our throats at the same time. Max was leaping towards him before Fang hit the ground. I was slower, dashing over the dead Erasers like a deer. By the time I reached him, the entire Flock was already around him, and Jeb was talking quickly into a phone. I think he was calling some paramedics.

I gasped when I got close enough to see Fang's wound, although it was harder to see because Max was crouching over him. It was a long gash, with torn flesh all around the edges. It was scary, and it was bleeding. Fast.

He was still alive. I could hear his heartbeat. I could also hear a non-bird-kid or Jeb heartbeat behind me faintly… I twisted around and slashed the almost dead Eraser's throat with my right arm. Its heartbeat stopped.

I turned my attention back to Fang. Max was trying to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound, or at least the vein, which was-

"NO MAX NO!" I yowled, startling everyone. I smacked her hands out of the way.

"Spark, you idiot, what are you doing?" she yelled shrilly, "I'm trying to stop the bleeding!"

I sighed. "Max, that also was choking him. Avoid the windpipe, we don't want Fang suffocating because you were trying to stop the bleeding." My tail was fluffed up, which was embarrassing, with stress.

Max shot me a death glare, which I cringed from, and she placed her hand on the vein where Fang's lifeblood was flowing through. "I won't kill him here?"

"No, Max," I groaned. I backed off now as the now hypertense Alpha placed her hands gently on Fang's neck to stop the blood.

I ended up just outside the ring of Flock people. Within moments that were filled with unheard of amounts of stress, I heard the paramedics banging down the hall. The rest heard it too, and they stepped away. Max went to greet them.

I stayed and looked at Fang's face. He was unconscious. I touched my uninjured right hand to his forehead and whispered, "Freespirit protect you, Ravenwings."

Wait a minute- Where the heck had that come from!?

Thankfully, no one noticed my whatever that was.

I ended up getting shoved out of the way by several paramedics in the frantic mood they were always in, a Max, and a Jeb. I landed on my broken arm. It took all I had not to scream in pain.

Moaning softly, I rolled over, trying to get to my feet while not using my arms. Suddenly, a pair of hands lifted me up.

"Thanks," I muttered to Dylan. He looked at my arm.

"Did you fall on it?" he asked.

I nodded. Dylan held out his hands. "May I see?"

Hissing slightly, as it was not my nature to let someone else see a very painful wound, I extended my arm out anyway.

Both of us made a noise of shock. My arm didn't have any odd lumps showing where the bone had broken, but instead it had a ring, almost, of purpley-black bruises running around the middle of it. It looked nasty and burned like fire.

As Dylan examined my wound, I asked, "How do you know about wounds?"

"I got taught some while I was growing up. Just basic stuff, really, like how to set broken bones and help cuts. It was to help me heal myself if necessary."

"Ah."

We were silent for a moment, but our thoughts were interrupted by the paramedics moving Fang onto a gurney thing. They sped him out, with Max dashing after them.

I walked over to Jeb. "Jeb… why is Fang leaving?"

He glanced at me. "His condition is… more stable, but they need to get him more medical treatment at the hospital. I think he'll be fine, but Max went with him."

Before I could reply, Jeb caught sight of my broken arm. "What the heck, Spark? Why didn't you show me your arm sooner?!"

My reply of, "Well, you looked kind of busy," was lost on him. Jeb examined my arm and then, before I could do anything, he did something to it that made the bones pop back together. I yowled in pain, and snatched my arm away while hissing angrily at Jeb.

Jeb backed away quickly. Still growling to myself, I did a check on my arm. It hurt less now, but it still did hurt.

I still hissed at Jeb again for springing that on me with no warning. His face showed a bit of fear at my anger, for I could use my claws, which would easily slice through human skin, as well as my shape-shifting ability. He left to tend to Nudge and Angel, who were huddled together and crying.

Personally, I couldn't blame them. I still had adrenaline pulsing through me, and the bloodlust of a raptor didn't help. Whenever I transformed, the base instincts of that animal were at the back of my mind. I generally didn't notice it, but the raptor's determination to finish the fight successful swamped me more than normal.

Was I losing a handle on my own ability?

Before I could think more on that, Dylan came over. He saw me hiss at Jeb, so I guess that's why he didn't come until now.

"Is your arm better?" he asked gently.

I nodded slightly. "Yeah, Jeb put the bone in the right place. He gave me no warning though, so I snapped at him. Can you blame me for doing that though?"

Dylan shook his head. I glanced at him before looking down again. Dylan continued, quietly, "You were so scary out there, Spark. You were huge, and snarling, and you had sharp teeth and claws. I'm surprised they didn't run. That was a dirty move, pushing you so you'd land on you're arm."

Smiling gratefully up at him, I replied with, "Yeah but… I'm afraid I'm losing my control of it…"

He looked at me, shocked. "Why?"

I lowered my gaze. "Normally, when I transform into an animal, the instincts of that animal are in the back of my mind. It's not that strong, so I ignore it. I didn't even notice them the first couple of times I transformed. But in the battle… Well, a raptor is kinda bloodthirsty. When it tastes blood, it will not stop trying to win the fight. I'm not normally that vicious, and now… the aggressiveness is lingering a bit after the fight. I snapped at Jeb and Max. What's going to happen?"

I finished at the volume of a whisper. Dylan looked at me for a moment before shrugging, saying, "No one knows, Spark. You aren't a violent person naturally. No one can predict the future or change the past. We have to live in the moment and adapt. That's the way of life that you taught me. It's the way of nature. You're so much a part of it… so you should live by it. Trust your true heart, Spark."

I gazed at Dylan for a moment before hugging him with one arm. "You sound like you've watched a lot of Oprah," I murmured as he hugged back, "but thanks. Thank you, Dylan."

A very sweet ending, don't you think?