Well, you all know what the story is mostly about: Max, Kiba, Fang, Hige, Iggy, Tsume, Nudge, Toboe, Gazzy, Blue, and Angel. Did I mention the pairings? No? Well, now I will- in the summary! Yeah, I'm kinda wasting time here, so… yeah, just skip down a couple of lines. Byes!
"Max, I'm hungry!" Nudge whined to me as we crossed a barren wasteland. "We ate all of the food in our bags, and we haven't eaten anything since…"
No freaking duh!
"Hang in there, guys," I encouraged, and my raptor vision scanned the desert. Only to find more and more yellow sand.
I sighed. My stomach rumbled.
"Max, I think I see something!" Gazzy yelled over my head and pointed down. I squinted my eyes and looked down at the desert.
Five objects were running under all of us. They were colored, one white, one reddish, one tan, one black, and one gray. But it was hard to see what they were, considering the fact that a dust devil was blowing over them.
I flapped my wings and continued looking around. Wait- what was the point in that? There wasn't anything we could see except a yellow sea of hopelessness.
I wiped my face with my sweaty and clammy hand, and panted a little. I had to admit, the entire "beach girl" kind of thing for me was wearing off in the hot sun. I half wished we were back in Antarctica, where we had a friend who was a traitor and a mutant who tried to kill us. So, with the mutant thing, there was an emphasis on the half.
I could feel Fang's dark eyes on me, and I turned to meet them. I could almost point out the features in them, like how they looked like a dark chocolate circle-shaped truffle…
Ugh, why'd I just say that? It must've been the heat kicking in.
I turned back down onto the desert. This must be the end… I thought.
Okay, before the entire "miracle" thing happens, let me just tell you: In our lives, there aren't any miracles. Not by any teeny chance, my friend. Not in any of my fourteen years, Fang's fourteen years, Iggy's fourteen years(okay, maybe that time when he could see whiteness was, but, I'm not counting that!), Nudge's eleven years, Gazzy's eight years, and Angel's six years. But, this must've been the one time we all had a miracle.
Okay, just to wrap you up, me and my family, not by blood, just so you know, are avian-human hybrids. You can also call us winged people.
That's right, I said winged. Upon our backs, like angels.
We haven't been raised with love, care, or kindness. We grew up in dog crates, with mad scientists who stuck needles into us every time we recovered from a test. We escaped quite a few times (you can applaud here) and haven't heard any news from them. So, we're free, people!
Okay, now here's where the miracle happened: There was a city right next to a patch of cacti.
"Talk about a miracle…" Total muttered.
Did I mention we have a talking dog?