It was a week and a half after we were attacked. The Flock and me were faring well, due to the fact that we have healing powers that are much faster than normal. Fang was still a bit weak and drawn, although the gash on his neck was now reduced to a pink scar.

My arm was back to almost normal too. I simply had to wear a brace, just in case. Jeb had banned me from shapeshifting while it was still healing in earnest because he didn't want to upset the injury. Now I was allowed to transform again.

And now, ironically enough, it was time for that thingamabob that Angel had arranged. She apparently wanted us to get famous, and so did Nudge. Combined, the two were an unstoppable force. Unfortunately.

And, thanks to the little brown minion of Angel aka Nudge, we were forced to get dressed up. Sorta. Max flat out refused to wear a dress or skirt. I joined her. Fang decided not to wear anything but black, and Dylan was just confused. Those were the only road blocks they encountered.

Max and Fang wore clean t-shirts and shorts. Max had a jacket that she seemed to really like. Iggy wore a suit, almost, but without the jacket. Once again, no one can stand the power of an excited Nudge and Angel.

I was forced into a cream t-shirt and dark blue jeans. My black leather jacket was added as well. I sliced a slit for my tail to poke out of, which worked surprisingly well. My jacket got sliced open so I could extend my wings out at a moments notice.

'Angel' and Nudge were both dressed in fluff and skirts. Gazzy had taken the casual route, somehow avoiding the power of those two, and was wearing a nice shirt and jeans. Dylan had been attacked.

I shall say no more. He did not look very happy about it, however.

Why, do you ask, if the power of Angel and Nudge cannot be resisted did we not, for the most part, dress up that much? Well, if we had our way, many of us wouldn't go to that party-thing at all.

It actually wasn't that bad, although all the people and questions made me a bit uncomfortable. There was food and excitement and LOTS AND LOTS OF chocolate. Mmm….

I ended up getting corned by a crowd of people. One person asked, "Do you have any special abilities?"

I hesitated before answering. An ability might increase my popularity, but might also pose a danger to the Flock. Fortunately, I had lowered my mind barriers and Angel had felt the question. Go ahead, Spark, she thought at me, You might as well tell them about your shape-shifting power. They can't do anything with it, anyway.

Is Max okay with this? I asked warily.

I'll check. Less than a second later, Angel was back with, She says to be careful and don't give much more away.

Gotcha.

I turned back to the reporters, who were waiting breathlessly for an answer. "I have one," I said, "I can shape-shift."

They all gasped simultaneously. Then they all started babbling questions. I pulled an Angel and took control of the situation by silencing them before letting one person at a time ask a question. The one chosen looked at me in awe. "What can you change into?"

…I should've seen that coming from a mile away. Stifling a groan, I told him, "Mammals and birds, as well as… dinosaurs."

I personally am surprised that none of them passed out from lack of oxygen from the sound of the gasps that came from everyone. Shaking my head in exasperation, I asked, "Any specific animal you want to see? Let's start off basic, though, with a mammal."

A brunette girl yelled, "A wolf!"

I did as she wished, and as I went onto all four legs, I showed off my wings proudly. "You see-" I started to say, but I was cut off.

"We can hear you!" A man said in amazement. This was amusing.

"Obviously. Now, as you can see, I keep my wings and blue eyes no matter what form I turn into. This is rather noticeable on the wolf, seeing as I'm a full-grown wolf now, and I have blue eyes. Adult gray wolves, like me now, have yellow or gold eyes naturally. Only pups have blue eyes," I finished, proudly holding my fluffy tail high.

All of the people massed in front of me nodded with this new knowledge and murmured amongst themselves. Another person piped up with, "How about a peacock? Can you do that?"

Shifting back to human form, I felt a bit tired from my two transformations in a row without the adrenaline from battle to fuel me like the last couple times I've done it. I motioned over a person. "Can you get me a peanut butter sandwich?" I asked, "They're on the table in the back."

The person nodded and dashed back to get one. As he returned I turned to the audience while eating the sandwich. "You see, transforming takes energy and calories. It's getting easier to bear the side effects of as I get better at it, but it's still not fun to get them." I finished half the sandwich and set the other half aside for later. Taking a deep breath, I shifted into peacock form.

Seeing as I'm a female, I didn't have that enormous (and ridiculous) tail and plumage of a male. Seeing questioning looks, I said, "I'm a girl, and it's the boy peacocks that get that tail. Females are more dully colored." I transformed back into a human and ate the rest of my sandwich.

"Okay," I started, "I think you all are ready to see a dinosaur. Now, keep in mind that these came from another world, one we aren't familiar with. Many of them were bigger than a human. With that said, what would you like to see?"

Suggestions were widespread. I got "Triceratops!", "Velociraptor!", "Compy!", "Ankylosaurus!", and "Stegosaurus!", among others. The first name to be shouted out was extremely easy to predict. "Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

I sighed, preparing to shape-shift into something bigger than I've never done before. Then I noticed a problem. "Guys!" I yowled, "Back up! T-Rex is not small! It's forty feet long!"

That got them moving. And it got the Flock's head turning from various points from where we were. "Spark…" Fang started to warn.

Seeing as we were outside, I would have to worry about a ceiling. The people had cleared a space big enough for me to shape-shift in. I stepped into the middle of the space and concentrated on the puny-armed monster. It was very quiet, tense with anticipation, as I began to change.

I got huge, much bigger than I'd ever been before. My tail stiffened and elongated, thickening and becoming scaly. My arms grew a bit, although much less in proportion to the rest of me. My five fingers became two. My head grew huge and jaws powerful, and my teeth became huge, deadly fangs.

I had become one of the deadliest predators ever to walk the Earth.

The rest of the time passed with a blur. I shape-shifted into so many forms. An eagle, a horse, a raptor, a cat, a pterodactyl. I grew tired eventually, although sugar and excitement kept me going.

Sometime I took a break with the rest of the Flock. Fang looked more tired than ever, but we were all happy. It didn't surprised me when Fang announced, "I'm going back to the hotel."

Max looked up at him. "I was about to suggest that. You look really tired."

"I am. Bye, see you when you finish up here," Fang called, taking off and causing a stir in the crowd.

We all smiled at him before going back to entertaining the press. It was almost an hour before Max called it quits. "Okay, guys, my Flock and I are tired. Hope you had fun!"

We waved good-bye before taking off, with people cheering behind us. I grinned at their enthusiasm.

We landed on the balcony, one at a time, and entered the hotel room. Jeb was elsewhere, so it was just us. "Fang!" Max called, "We're back!"

It was eerily quiet in response. You know how in movies they say that it's too quiet? Well, it was like that.

"Fang," I called softly, "Where are you?"

No response.

Feeling wary, I padded into the bedroom he slept in. There was something that wasn't there before. A pure white, folded piece of paper with the words 'To the Flock' written on it. The handwriting was not Fang's. This was more loopy and neat in shape, while Fang's is spiky and messy.

I yowled, "Max! Come here! I found something!"

Her and the rest of the Flock came running. "What is it, Spark?" asked Max, slightly frantic.

I held up the paper wordlessly. Max snatched it up and the rest of us crowded around her as she read. It said-

Hello, Flock-

As you've probably noticed by now, Fang is gone.

Well, you can look and look and look as hard as you can, but you won't find him. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

We paused here to search desperately for Fang, or any trace of him. There was none. Disheartened and feeling a strong sense of foreboding, we went back to reading the letter.

I'll bet you just looked now, didn't you? Hahaha…

Max swore under her breath, "That little…"

Well, I'll tell you one thing. Fang is not dead.

Trust me, he's very much alive… I'm just not sure if and when you'll see him again.

To put it rather bluntly, Fang has been kidnapped. By moi.

Yes, I admit it. Don't worry, he's safe, unconscious at the moment, but otherwise fine. I'm taking him for my own purposes. This doesn't include needles, scientists, testing, or needles.

I advise that you don't try to find him, however. Trying to will involve you getting into something deeper and more different and dangerous than good kids like you deserve. Trust me, you'll be better off trying to live without him than looking for Fang. I assure you, yet again, Fang will be fine.

I have much power, you see. Even Angel won't be able to do much against it. Now, before I leave you hanging, I think it will do well to give you advice.

Max- Don't be so rash. Think before you do.

Iggy- Make sure Max doesn't rush off.

Nudge- Stay cheerful. The world needs your energy.

Gazzy- Keep being a little trooper, and stay strong for your family.

Angel- Max is the leader. Don't attempt anything yet. You can be a great leader, just not yet. Learn from Max.

Spark- You've met me, you just don't realize who I am.

Dylan- Keep learning and use that knowledge to help the Flock. Stay brave enough to see beyond sight.

Well, with that done, and nothing more to say, I say good-bye. Adios!

Toodles!

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All of us began to hyperventilate. Fang was gone, kidnapped without a trace. How was this possible? He wouldn't leave without putting up a fight, and there were no signs of one….

Max sank to the ground, uncomprehending. "How is this…. How is this… possible?" she asked herself disbelievingly.

No one had an answer.

Nudge was breathing hard with the shock. "He's…" she trailed off, unable to finish.

"Gone," summed up Iggy.

This was it, then. Fang was gone. A pack member lost. He was gone. Good as dead.

He was my brother, a pack member, one to fight and hunt alongside. He was quieter than all of us, but loyal to the end.

And now he was gone.

And that, children, is called a plot twist.

Before you kill me –gulps-, I have a few points I'd like to state.

1- Isn't that a much better ending than James Patterson's at the end of Fang?

2- This was really long chapter. I am proud of myself.

3- This is the second to last chapter. There's only the epilogue remaining.

4- Uh… -disappears in an authoress shaped smoke cloud-