Hey guys, Soldier here. :) I want to thank all of the people who reviewsed, and especially my new friend, whom I've talked to in Private Messages, Zombeiefied Rider. I want to thank you for all the support with this story, because I certainly needed it. :)

I'm sorry for all of the mistakes in grammer and all that jazz, I've written this story when I was twelve... It isn't my best...

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Twilight. But I wish I did...

Guardian POV:

I was lying on my bed when it happened.

The moon—bright, beautiful, and deadly—shown through my window, onto my skin and making me glitter in its glow. The transformation has started.

I jumped up from my bed just as shocks of pain went through my temple. I set my jaw, determined to get out of the house before I transformed.

I made it downstairs and shards of pain went through my stomach, making me stumble. Luke was hissing in pain, others around him being concerned. I pushed through the others and grabbed Luke's arm, bringing him up. We both stumbled in pain, but I managed to stay standing, as did Lucas. The others watched us, curious and concerned. I couldn't care less.

I stumbled to the door, Luke right on my tail, and fumbled for the doorknob. I couldn't get it; my hands were shaking too much. "Door," I croaked. Angel stepped up, but Max shot an arm out, stopping her. Max stepped up instead and opened the door for me. I pushed through the door in haste, falling down the stairs.

The pain was more intense, making me hiss and Luke cry out. Now we were in the full light of the moon. I let go of Luke's arm and clutched my head, falling to my knees. This was worse than what happened to Fang and I. This would always be worse.

My stomach heaved and I threw up what I had for dinner. I couldn't hold anything through this. I'll eat later.

Shards of pain went through my body, making me tremble all over. I was vaguely aware of the others watching. I cried out, Lucas yelling loudly beside me. It was filled with so much anguish that it hurt me even more. I hated seeing Luke hurt, and when he was, you knew it was serious.

Tears started forming in my eyes and I pushed them back, not wanting to cry in front of others. I felt my teeth elongate, my canines so long that they barely fit in my mouth.

And I was hot. So hot I burned.

I grabbed my shirt, ripping it off, not caring who saw. As you know, I really couldn't care less. And I'll keep saying that, no matter what. The others gasped at the scars along my chest and stomach. They were big and ugly, pink and puffy. Yes, I know. My stupid father did this to me...

In nothing but my bra and pants, my body heat cooled a little. But not enough to relieve my pain. As a shard of pain erupted throughout my body, my heat spiked. I yelled out, tears leaking.

I felt my body changing into this monster. It was blurry though. Not clear. All I was aware of was the anguish this caused me. I could remember myself yelling and crying and even screaming. But that was it.

Then it all stopped—the pain, the yelling. It just stopped.

The transformation was complete.

I was breathing hard, my giant chest was heaving, and my huge head throbbed. I was vaguely aware of lying down on the ground, my snout facing the moon. I stood up, feeling power course through me.

I inhaled greatly, smelling the air. It smelled of pine, animal, smoke from wood, human, and cooking food. My ears twitched at every sound I heard—bird calls, crickets, the trees swaying in the wind, the sounds of the city a few miles away. And the breathing of humans only a few yards away.

I turned my head, spotting another pitch black wolf beside me. I saw the red stripe and somewhere in the back of my mind said that he was a friend. I turned my head to the sound of many humans breathing and saw nine humans standing there.

My first instinct was food, but the little voice in the back of my mind told me not to harm them. They were allies.

The small human with light brown hair was the most familiar. She smelled like werewolf, but she also smelt like blood sucker. I growled at her, not liking the smell. But the voice in the back of my head scolded me, you are to protect her. It is your purpose, Guardian of Devil's Tail.

So with that, I turned away from her wide, terrified eyes.

Then I howled. I howled for all the anguish I felt only minutes ago. I howled for the half-wolf, half-blood sucker I was supposed to guard. And more importantly, I howled for my family. The humans and half-child covered their ears. Yes, I guess my voice is supremely loud.

I heard another wolf howl harmonize with mine, creating a beautiful symphony. When I was out of breath, I turned to the big black wolf standing before me.

Max, I heard. I knew that this was the black wolf. Remember me? Luke, your best friend? Yes, Max, I think you do remember me. These humans and bird humans are allies of ours. They're our friends. You are the Guardian of our clan, you remember?

I nodded; it was all coming back to me. The bird-humans were Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel. They were our friends, our allies. The other two humans were Dr. M and Ella. They were Max's family. And the half-wolf, half-blood sucker was Sarah. She was my sister and I was to protect her with my own life. And the leeches wanted her, so I wasn't going to give her to them.

But I was still unstable. I could remember, but it was all hazy. And my instinct to kill leeches was fighting against my logic to protect this half-leech. And that she was half-wolf wasn't making it any easier.

The black wolf, Lucas, was walking toward me, his huge paws leaving prints in the ground. I growled, my hackles rising, as I saw him come into my personal bubble. I claimed this territory as my own and he was an invader.

Max, fight your instincts, Lucas thought to me, coming even closer. I growled again. Come on, I'm your best friend, I wouldn't hurt you. You should know that. What would your mom think if she saw you growling at your best friend?

And he played the mom card.

My growling cut short. What would my mom do? She would scold me. And I didn't like being scolded by my mom. Speaking of my mom; I wanted her to come here. I haven't seen her for three months.

Do you want her to meet your twin? Lucas asked me.

Twin? Oh, wait—that one bird-human, Fang. He was family, my instincts told me. We do not harm family. Yes, I want my mother to meat her son. She hasn't met him? No, she hasn't, I remembered. I just met him five days ago.

I howled again, calling for some of my clan to come and bring my mother.

My brother and the others covered their ears again. When I was done, it wasn't a second later that I heard an answering call. It was close, maybe ten-eleven miles away. Why are they so close?

I've contacted them a day ago. They were traveling this whole time, Lucas explained. He was right next to me now. I glanced at him.

Why did you contact them? I asked.

We need them to be here. I have a bad feeling, Max. We need all the warriors we can get.

I nodded, taking in this information. And you didn't tell me?

He at least had the grace to look sheepish and back away from me. I couldn't tell you in private, there were people everywhere. I glared at him for a minute, and then huffed in annoyance. I glanced at the others. They were staring at us, curious, awed, and a little fearful, I acknowledged.

Little mind reader, I said, knowing she could hear me. The smallest one out of all of them stepped up and bowed; the others following suit. And they stayed down until I nodded my gigantic head. The mind reader looked up at me, questioning. I need you to translate this to your friends and family. She nodded and turned to the others.

Humans and bird-humans, you need not be scared. The little mind reader's voice became my own and she repeated my words. The others' eyes widened and looked back and forth between her and I. My brother, I wish for you to meet your family. They are coming, as is my clan. I cannot remember much, my mind is hazy. But Lucas has said that I can trust you as my allies and friends. I am sorry if I scared you, I mean not to.

Since my mind is hazy, I have been rash and unthinking, relying on my instincts. I greatly apologize. After I was done with my little speech, the others looked at me like I had two heads. The little mind reader was staring at me sadly.

Why are they looking at me like that, Lucas? I asked him, glancing at him out the corner of my eyes.

They haven't heard you talk like that before, you usually talk—

He was cut off by the smell of leeches washing over us. I whipped around, snarling. Blood suckers jumped out of the tree line, surrounding the house. There were more than fifty. Could Lucas and I handle them? Heck yeah. Just as long as the humans stay out of our way.

Speaking of the humans, the mind reader yelled, "GO!" and they all ran inside, slamming the door shut behind them. I remembered how I made them promise that they protect the half-wolf, half-leech, and they had better keep that promise.

I snarled and pounced on a group, effectively biting one of their heads off. I swung my right paw to block an attack. Then I ran to another group, catching one as they all scattered, biting its body in half. Then I stepped on its head.

Vampires are like zombies in a way. They are the living dead and the only way to kill them is to smash or sever their heads, or burn them to death. And since we don't have a fire, I chose the former option.

Another few came at me, holding silver, and I yelped when they pounced on me. I snarled, smelling and feeling my fur and skin burn. I bucked, knocking a couple off of me, and I stepped one of their heads, not quite catching the other. The one on top of me embedded the silver rod in my side, and I yelped again, feeling shards of burning hot pain come from the wound.

I bucked again, but when it didn't get off of me, I ran to a tree and slammed it between us. On a stroke of luck, its head was smashed. I bucked the headless corpse off of me, and returned to the fight.

Checking on Lucas, I saw that he was fairing well. I had just watched him chomp on a head of one of the leeches. One pounced on him and he effectively bucked it off, stepping on its head.

I turned back to my fight, evading an attack to me. I ran full speed at them and managed to get two before they scattered. It's like every time I kill one, another takes its place. My side still burned from the rod embedded in my side.

Just then, there was a howl. It was my leader's howl. He was here.

My ears twitched and I tried my best to stay focused on the fight, killing five before my clan burst through the tree line. Then we really fought.

I did my best, killing at least twenty, until we were down to the last one. My clan was surrounding it, and I growled, coming up to stand in front of it. I am the Guardian of Devil's Tail. Who sent you? I demanded.

It laughed evilly and shook its head. I snarled, who sent you? It laughed again, and I growled, biting it in the leg. It screamed in agony and when I snarled at it again, it whimpered and shrank back. WHO SENT YOU? I yelled.

"Alexis!" It screamed. "Alexis Lisle, ruler of vampire kind!"

I snarled again and chomped its head off. When I turned back to my clan, I was breathing hard, my giant chest heaving and my tongue lolling out. I could feel the blood seeping from my wound. It was still burning and I was pretty sure that if I didn't get it out soon, I would be bed ridden for a couple of weeks or die.

Lucas stepped up and said to me, We have a lead. I nodded and looked at the sky. It was almost morning, meaning that we were going to transform back soon.

Guardian, my leader said. I turned to him and bowed. Up my child. I am very proud of you. You have protected the half-werewolf and half-vampire well, though the family you were staying with was invaded. You and Lucas both have my gratitude. Thank you.

I nodded my gigantic head, Luke with me. It is my duty, Alpha, I said. I give my life to protect it. Prophecy or no, I will always protect her and the innocent.

He nodded, just as the first rays of sun shown on us.

We started transforming back, all forty of us.

My mind became clearer and the sharper it became, the more placid I became. Also exhausted; I was tired, mentally and physically. My power spike dropped like a rock and my vision became fuzzy. Before I could do a face plant in the grass, Luke caught me. I winced as my side hit his torso, the rod jostling. I pulled it out, tears forming in my eyes as my flesh sizzled. I was still in my bra.

Luke and the others were fine; they've been werewolves for more than a few years. I on the other hand?—I've only been a werewolf for three, so I don't have complete control over my other body.

"Thanks," I whispered to Luke. He just nodded and a woman stepped up from the clan. It was my mom, my exhausted brain registered. I pulled away from Lucas and stepped to my mom, collapsing into her arms.

"I'm a monster," I kept whispering over and over. And I was. I believed it with all of my heart and soul. "I'm a monster, I'm a monster, I'm a monster."

"Shh, shh, baby. You are not a monster, you're still you," my mother soothed. I took a shuddering breath and nodded. She was right, I was still me, I didn't look any different, and I didn't act any differently. But I turned into a monster.

Then I remembered Fang.

Twin, I thought to him.

Yes? Is it safe? He replied.

Yes, but I only want you to come out right now.

Why?

There's someone I want you to meet.

I heard the door open and close, footsteps coming my way. My clan got into crouches and fighting stances, though they were confused. Probably because Fang looks like me, but in boy form.

I pulled away from my mother and stumbled over to Fang, grabbing his arm. He caught me as I started to fall, and I gave him a nod of my head to the question forming in his head. My clan relaxed, but they were looking back and forth between us. My mother's eyes widened at the sight and she took on a look of disbelief.

She stumbled up to us, staring at Fang. "Reece?" she breathed.

"Mom, this is Fang, my twin," I introduced, my voice strained. The wound was gradually healing, but it would take a few days to be completely healed. Then again, it wouldn't be completely healed, I would have a big scar, along with the many I already have. "And your son that you were led to believe was dead."

She still stared at him, coming a couple steps closer, eyes misting. She studied him like she was going to die tomorrow and never see him again; memorizing him. Fang was staring at mom with a passive, emotionless face, but I saw right through that. He was elated, fearful, hopeful and happy. I imagine he was fearful that she wouldn't like him.

"My baby boy," Mom breathed, her fingers skimming over his cheek. Then she drew him in for a hug. And the most surprising and best thing?—he hugged her back.

He let go of my hand and hugged her back. "My baby, my baby," mom kept whispering. I smiled slightly, enjoying the awestruck faces of my clan. I think the Flock needs to come see this.

Just when I thought that, I heard the door open and close again.

Lucas came to stand by me and I leaned on him, still very exhausted. I was wounded and I felt like I was going to pass out. Luke put his arms around me to keep me steady, carefully avoiding touching the giant crevice in my side.

Fang retreated from the hug and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen him wear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bird-Max smile slightly also, probably very happy for him.

Luke's Uncle's best friend, Jim, touched my mom on the shoulder. She flinched and he took his hand away. "It's just me," he murmured in her ear. She relaxed and looked at him. She and he had a thing going on. I could easily see that they were in love. And he asked me for permission to marry my mom. I said I'll think about it, wanting to study the pair.

He was always himself around me, not a suck up so he can get permission. He spent a lot of his time with my mom and I saw the love and longing in his eyes when he looked at her. I saw it in her eyes as well.

And after a week of watching them, seeing how they interacted with each other, worked out problems with each other, talked about things with each other, I gave him permission. So now my mother was happily engaged.

I felt Fang's confusion and concern for mom when he saw what happened. I decided to get it over with now, the storm that was brewing. She was raped, I said to him. Well, I didn't mean for it to come out that blunt, but what's done is done.

He tensed and whirled on me, eyes blazing. The others stopped and looked at me also, wondering what was going on. WHAT? He yelled at me mentally. I flinched at the loud noise echoing throughout my mind.

"Stop yelling," I chided him, my voice still strained. My clan looked at me like I had two heads, but the Flock, Sarah and Lucas groaned.

"Not this again!" Nudge almost yelled. "Is this going to be as long as the other conversations you had?"

Fang, I'll talk to you later about it. Right now is not the time.

This is the perfect damn time! Tell me!

"I won't tell you anything if you keep yelling at me," I said placidly.

"Fang," Angel said. She walked up to him and took his hand. He glanced down at her and I saw his eyes soften a tiny bit. "Can you please stop yelling? It's hurting my head."

He nodded. "Baby," Mom said to him. "Do you talk?"

The Flock, Lucas, Sarah and I snickered. Well, I just smirked. Fang glared at us and said, "Yes, I do." His voice was a deep tenor monotone.

Now will you tell me? I stopped yelling, he said in my head. I sighed dramatically and Fang rolled his eyes as Lucas smirked at me.

It was by our father. He's the one you saw in the dream; he's the one that did this to mom. He's in jail, so don't even think about it, I added as he started thinking about killing him. He scowled at me and I smirked.

You know how our link broke? I asked him. He nodded. Well, I saw all of your memories, I heard what you were thinking about at the time, and I felt what your emotions were. And it was all of your memories.

Well, I continued as his eyebrows drew together slightly in confusion. I'm guessing that you saw, heard and felt all of my memories? He nodded again. Then you shouldn't be asking about this if you remember seeing him get taken down in my memories. And you have a very good memory, am I correct?

He sighed and nodded again. The others were looking back and forth between us, confused. Wouldn't you be if two emotionless twins started having a telepathic conversation in front of you and you didn't know that they were, you just thought that they were staring at each other? Exactly.

Angel giggled and the corner of my mouth twitched. It was so funny, she said in my head. You guys thought the exact same thing at the exact same time!

My eyebrow rose slightly. Fang's mouth twitched and I knew that she told us both. We glanced at each other and smirked.

"Okay," Bird-Max said, drawing all attention to her. "I'm going to bed before I start seeing double. Good night everybody, great to meet you, yada, yada, yada."

She went inside, closing the door behind her. "I'm going to get cleaned up, and then I'll come back out and introduce you all," I said, limping to the door. Luke helped me and opened the door for me, following me inside.

I went in Fang's room first, Luke opening that door for me also. I rolled my eyes at him and went to Twin's dresser, pulling open his shirt drawer. I grabbed on of his many plain black shirts and made my way back to the hall, not bothering to close the drawer.

I then made my way to the bathroom, Luke tailing me. It was starting to get annoying, but I knew that it was his way of reassuring himself that I was okay, so I let him.

I grabbed one of the many first aid kits around the house from behind the mirror and took out the gauze and antiseptic.

Turning on the water in the shower, I put my finger up and made a circling motion with my finger to Lucas, telling him to turn around. He did so, so politely by rolling his eyes and sighing. I may change in front of him every once in a while, but I would never get completely naked in front of him.

Hissing as the warm water slammed against my side, I started cleaning it. I rinsed it thoroughly with water and antiseptic.

And just for the heck of it, I washed my hair.

When I was done, I turned off the water, sticking my hand out of the shower curtain and giving Luke the 'turn around' gesture. I heard him sigh and I smirked to myself.

I stepped out, grabbing my towel and drying off, careful of the fissure in my side. When I put on my underwear and pants, I said, "You can turn around now."

Luke turned and came to stand in front of me, fingers skimming across the skin around the wound. I set my jaw, but kept my face blank. He grabbed the gauze and the cotton pads, telling me to raise my arms.

I did so with a wince at the movement and a grimace as he started to bind me. "Are you feeling better?" He asked me, grabbing my face and looking in my eyes.

"Better than being freshly stabbed with a pure silver rod, I'm feeling fine," I said sarcastically. He smiled, obviously pleased that I was being myself. "I need to wrap my hand; I had to pull it out of my side barehanded."

He let go of my face and took my hand, turning it palm up. He nodded and wrapped it for me, making sure not to squeeze too tight.

"Thanks," I whispered. I looked up at him and just realized how close we were. Our noses were almost touching and I could see every fleck of silver in his dark indigo eyes. And—get this: I wanted him to close the gap.

I swear, being this close to him made me high. I smelled his musky, forest-y smell and I wanted to drown in it.

He—finally—closed the gap and our lips met. I just have to say, why haven't I done this before?

Kissing Luke was like sky diving, scuba diving, and running sonic speed all rolled into one. But even better. His lips were firm, but soft, and his hand was behind my head, holding me in place. It was like my hands had a mind of their own. They moved up his torso and clutched his shoulders, sliding behind his neck and pulling him closer.

And his lips were distracting me from the pain in my side.

He tilted his head deeper and my mind was hazy, foggy. Oh, that's right, I wasn't breathing. I sucked in a breath through my nose, only getting more of the musky wolf sent of Luke and I kissed him harder.

Right now, I didn't care what went on around me, my only thoughts were of Luke, the only thing I smelled was Luke and the only thing I tasted was the lips on mine that belonged to Luke.

He nipped my lip with his teeth and I reveled in the sweet shock that went through me. I haven't kissed anyone before, and I hope that I was at least decent in the art of lip mating.

"Guardian? Are you—," Sarah said, opening the door. She froze in mid sentence, staring between Lucas and I.

He and I jerked away from each other, flushing a deep scarlet. Sarah grinned and pranced away, yelling over her shoulder, "Never mind!"

I groaned, my head dropping in my hands. Luke did also. "Well," I said, my mind still very hazy. "This takes a new turn on things." He nodded and glanced at me, his lips red and swollen. I bit my lip and looked down, still trying to revel in the feel of his lips on mine. See, unlike Max, I was very aware of my feelings for Luke.

"Max, will you be my girlfriend?" Luke asked me. I glanced up again and smiled a half smile.

I nodded and took his hand. "But we can't tell the others yet," I said. He nodded.

"I completely agree," he muttered, dropping my hand as we opened the door. I had already put on my shirt—Fang's actually—so now I wasn't half naked. Then we made our way back outside.

"Max, baby," Alex said, coming to stand beside me, taking my hand. I wrinkled my nose and yanked my hand out of his tight grip, snarling in his face. He didn't even flinch. "Come on, don't be like that. We're getting married anyways!"

"No we're not, Alex. You are just as bad as my father," I said disgustingly. The guys of the clan went, "OH! You just got burned!" And the girls all laughed.

Luke came up beside me and put an arm around my shoulder. Since I knew what he was doing, I didn't snarl at him either. "Is there a problem here, Maxi?" Luke said. He's going to get it later for that.

I shook my head and Alex stared at Luke's arm around my shoulder. Just to humor him, I sneaked my arm through Luke's waist and Alex glared at me.

"You messin' with my girl friend?" Luke snarled at him. Well, there goes the not telling anybody about us.

"What? Finally! I've been waiting for years for you two to get together!" Marine yelled. She was the only girl my age.

"Ha, you owe me one hundred dollars, Lucy!" Fred yelled.

"Hey!" I yelled. They all shut up and looked at me. Alex was still staring at my arm around Luke's waist, his fists clenching and unclenching. "You made a bet on when we would get together?" I said placidly, beyond pissed.

The clan all backed up a couple of steps except for the Alpha.

"Guardian?" I heard. I turned, my eyes blazing.

Sarah was there and when she saw the burning inferno in my gaze, she shrank back a little, but kept coming. She glanced at my arm around Luke's waist and his on my shoulders, eyebrows rising in question and amusement. "Is there something you would like to tell me?" She asked, still glancing back and forth between Lucas and I.

I wish I had telepathic communication with Sarah, that way I could yell at her without the others knowing. I shook my head slightly, trying to get the message through. She didn't buy it, but she did ask me what she came out here for anyway.

"Can you open this?" she said, handing me a peanut butter jar. She's got to be kidding me!

I nodded tersely and took the jar, opening it in half a second. She smiled, looked between Lucas and I one more time, before going back to the door.

But before she went inside, she turned back and glanced at the scum bag Alex. "Are you really going to marry that?" she said, spitting out the word 'that'. I shook my head; not if I had any say in it.

"Yes she is," the snatch himself said. "We have to, in order to restore peace in the werewolf world."

Okay, so I have some explaining to do.

Since I am the Guardian of the biggest clan in all of werewolf world, I have to marry another Guardian of the second biggest clan to combine the two and restore peace. My clan and the Dark Demons (DD) are at war right now.

"Now who are you, little girl?" Alex said.

"I'm not a little girl, you biatch!" Sarah yelled. Alex did a double take, blinking.

"I'm pretty sure you are, with that height and childish features," Alex said.

Sarah huffed and walked up to him, poking him in the chest. "And who do you think you are, Snatch? I may look like a child, but I have many years of intelligence on you. I'm pretty sure you're still in pre-school with your lame ass come backs."

Luke took his hand off of my shoulders and I peeled my arm away from his waist. This was getting interesting.

I heard the door open and I turned to see Bird-Max come out, Fang by her side. I glanced at Sarah, then back at them, letting them know that Sarah was handling it. It was very strange seeing a six-foot-one-inch eighteen-year-old get told by a five-foot-four inch fourteen-year-old, as you can imagine. But it was awesome.

"Who are you calling a snatch, bozo?" Alex said.

Sarah and Max cracked up laughing so hard, they had to lean on each other. Bird-Max was the queen of come backs and sarcasm. Sarah was her apprentice. They had everything over him.

"Wow, you're a natural!" Bird-Max said mock-enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down. "I think you got that one out of the books! But let me show you some that are out of the books. These are property of moi, you can use them any time," Max said, nodding again. I smirked; oh, man, this was gonna be sweet! Imagine the high pitched voice on sweet. Not working for you?—then too bad, I don't care what you think.

"What are you going to teach me, lamo?" Alex said. Sarah and Max laughed again, this time a little harder than before.

"Hey, Sarah?" Max asked, turning to her.

"Yes, Max?" Sarah said, turning to her. They were completely ignoring Alex.

"I found the word ass in the dictionary once."

"Oh, really?—that's cool!"

"Yeah, and you want to know what the picture beside it was?"

"What?"

"It was of that," Max said, pointing to Alex. The clan went, "Oh!—Burn!—Boom, roasted!" But the best part? The Alpha was laughing!

Fang and I smirked at the scene. The Flock was out here, along with Dr. M and Ella. They were laughing and 'oh'ing also.

"Max, Guardian," Dr. M said, loud enough for the whole clan to hear. They quieted and Alex was red from the base of his neck all the way to the top of his forehead. He backed away from us all and when he stepped in front of me, I snarled at him. He flinched and backed away from me faster than he had for any of the clan.

You've got major anger issues, Twin said through our telepathy. I shrugged. I don't deny it.

"School starts in an hour. Do you want to go today?" she asked Max and I.

"SCHOOL?" my clan yelled. I winced. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that to them.

"Guardian, you know you can't go to school. You have a job to do," Alpha said.

"She's my job, Alpha. I'm going to school with her," I said, trying to be reasonable.

"She's the thing you need to guard?" Alex yelled. "She doesn't need protecting! She can kill a vampire with her words!" We all laughed at him and he flushed a deep crimson again.

"Aw!" Max said to him. "Is the baby gonna cry? It's okay," she said, talking like she would to a baby and pinching his cheek. He flushed more and backed away from her, looking at her like she carried the ten plagues all at once. I almost snorted, but I refrained from doing so.

"Yes, I believe that we will be going to school," I said. Max nodded.

"Okay then, make sure you stay awake," Dr. M said. We all nodded and she went back inside.

"Yay!" Ella yelled. "You get to go to school with me!" She jumped up and threw her arms around Max. She returned the hug.

"Max!" Nudge yelled. I automatically looked at her, use to people calling me by my own name instead of Guardian. Nudge was talking to Bird-Max. "That means we have to go shopping! Can we Max? Can we can we can we can we can we can we can we can we—," she got cut off by Max yelling, "FINE! We'll go shopping."

"Guardian!" Sarah yelled. "That means we have to go shopping! Can we Guardian? Can we can we can we can we can we can we can we—," I cut her off with a firm look.

"Yes, we may go shopping," I said. She and Nudge squealed and jumped up and down. "But I'm not buying anything. I have my uniform and that is that."

Their squealing stopped and they stared at me, horror-struck. I shrugged, turning back to my own mom.

I grabbed Twin's hand and we made our way forward. Mom hasn't taken her eyes off of us. That made me happy, in a way. I knew that she loved us, even if she just met Fang.

"I'm so happy I got to meet you Reece," mom said. She took his arms and looked up at him with loving eyes. "I was led to believe you were dead. I'm so sorry I didn't go look for you." Aw, great. Now she's crying. "I can't tell you how sorry I am. It's just that the hospital told me you were dead and I was led to believe it, because, well, who would deny a hospital full of doctors telling me my son was dead?

"But that doesn't matter," she continued. She started tearing up again and I resisted the urge to groan unnaturally loudly. "What matters is that you are alive and you're back in my life."

I felt Fang's fear about when she found out about his wings, she wouldn't love him anymore. Well, he didn't show it—emotionless, remember?—but I felt it.

I put my hand on his shoulder and he and mom looked at me. I nodded to him, letting him feel that it's okay to show her. After a pause, he nodded and stepped back, taking off his jacket. "Fang!" Max barked. He stopped and glanced at her. She was scowling at me.

"What do you think you're doing, telling my right hand man that he can just go and show strangers our secret?" she yelled at me, coming in my face.

I heard Fang sigh and he grabbed Max's forearm, dragging her away a couple of steps. "It's my mom, Max. Can I show her?" he asked calmly. Max stared at him for a few, long moments. Then she sighed.

"If you think that it's right," she muttered, obviously not use to giving in like this. "But this doesn't let you off the hook for kitchen duty for two and a half weeks."

He nodded—taking this extremely well, might I add—and made his way back over to mom. "What is it that you want to show me, baby?" she asked him.

"Twin," I said, feeling his uncertainty and fear. He glanced at me. "We're all freaks here. Just show her." He nodded and took a deep breath.

He exhaled and unfurled his pitch black wings, the size of a truck, maybe a little longer. The clan gasped and mom looked like she was about to pass out. "My baby's an angel," she murmured. She swayed and Jim and I were by her side in a second. Then she passed out.

Jim and I caught her before she could fall, and I handed her over to Jim so he could carry her bridal style.

Fang folded his wings back and Max grabbed his wrist, turning it so she could look at his watch. "It's time for school," she announced, grabbing the younger kids. Fang put his jacket back on and ran into the house, grabbing his backpack. I didn't have mine, and I didn't need mine. I was fine in just my uniform.

"Do all of you have wings?" Alpha asked Max. She nodded and unfurled hers. My clan was getting back under control.

"You guys are werewolves, mystical creatures!—and you're amazed by a kid with wings?" Max asked them, incredulous.

"Yeah, pretty much," Marc said. He was twenty and was easily the best artist amongst us.

"Well, time to go!" Nudge said. I blinked. That was the shortest sentence I've ever heard her mutter . . .

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