Chapter 8
Setting: After 7th Book
Warnings: None
Pairing: Fang and Iggy
Rating: T
"Fang, come quick!" Kate yelped as she whipped the door open, knocking over cans of the group's food supply off the counter with the sudden shaking of the walls. Kate ran inside the room, flailing her arms. In the doorway stood a stunned Holden frozen in mid-knock.
"Why so urgent?" Fang asked quizzically, his dark eyebrows raising to meet the creases forming in his forehead.
"There's a guy from Max's flock down the street, and he's injured!" Kate pointed in the direction she had found the victim, emphasizing her urgency.
"How do you know he's from the flock?" Fang continued to persist for details, now hopping up from his resting position on the bed. I hope it isn't Iggy or Gazzy. Fang thought to himself, noticing the whole room appeared to be shaking still from the door slamming against the main wall.
"He's tall, blonde, and has wings like you do!" Kate shouted, now annoyed by Fang's lack of response the the situation.
Dylan's here? Was he following me earlier? Why is he here? Fang's mind rang loud with questions as he managed to reply "Show me where he is."
"Follow me! And hurry!" Kate raced out the door and her footsteps echoed down the stairs. The rest of Fang's flock followed behind her, leaving the door wide open in their rush to the street.