I decided to make a second chapter to this story for no apparent reason I can think of. Been a while since chapter one, who knows how it'll do.

Thanks to all for reviewing.

(Fang's POV)

I sat on my bed for an hour, staring at the wall. Just staring. I felt stupid. What had happened before, it was so… strange. Like, priest-in-a-boxing-match strange.

It wasn't just that I hit her. Max was unbreakable. She was perfect. It was the rage I felt. The rage that led me to drive my fist into her face. So what if Gazzy had done something stupid? He did stuff like that all the time. Nothing new.

What scared me the most was the fact that I could do it again. I could let loose, lose my temper, and seriously hurt someone. I hated it. Hated the fear I felt for myself. Of myself.

I thought about getting up, walking outside, making some sort of apology to Max, but the thought of even making contact after what I had just done washed the notion away. No, more like drowned it in a sea of regret and self hatred.

I put my head in my hands and sighed deeply. A long, exasperated sigh that quickly turned into a startled gasp as a knock sounded at my door.

(Max's POV)

I hate to admit it, but I was really shaken up. Fang, of all people, raise a hand towards me was just something I couldn't wrap my head around. A fanged, clawed wolf man with only one purpose on this earth; to kill me? Fine. A twisted mutant created by a sick and maniacal experiment? Fair enough. A demon from the fiery depths of hell? Whatever.

Each would've been immensely easier to deal with than Fang. He's always been there for me, behind me one hundred percent through everything. Coming from him, it felt like it breezed through my skin, through my muscles, and directly into my heart. After all, who in this entire world was I most vulnerable? No prize for guessing that one right.

I got up slowly. Carefully. It felt as if my body was twice as heavy. I got up, walked through the open doorway, and started down the hall. I noted to check up on Angel, who was heartbroken, and Gazzy, who was trying to console her, though he himself was pretty shaken up, poor kid.

Finally, after the long trek down the hallway, I reached the room on the end. Fang's room. Slowly, ever so slowly, I raised my hand up, balled my fingers into a weak fist, and tapped clumsily at the wooden door.

Sorry it was so short, I'll update soon as possible.

I had to stop writing. I'd never imagined how hard this'd be. I'll be fine in a few minutes, though, don't worry. More soon!