Hi everyone. Sorry for taking so long to update. I don't really have a good excuse…cept for the fact my teachers seem to think I have "potential talent" in multiple things (ranging from dodgeball to math…) and have signed me up for a billion different things.

Did I mention how much I hate my gym teacher yet? Some how I always get stuck on the guys team when we play dodge ball. And all the guys like throwing balls at girls. Just a fact of nature. I will be bruised forever more…

Anyways, thanks to all you awesome reviewers, Willow, shadow, Swimstar, DigiNinMon, LOL-ninjas-stole-my-homework, bella245 and CloudyWind732984.

And one REALLY big "Good Job" sticker to my reviewer Eclipsevampire. You must be able to read minds or something…To the point where it's kinda freaking me out. Maybe you really ARE a vampire with super powers (mysterious music is cued in now…)

Talon's POV

Being alone is creepy. And trust me, I'm used to being shunned by my fellow classmates. Being alone isn't a new thing to me.

But surviving sure is.

Yeah, I'm the class geek. I sit near the front of the classroom and brave the spitting teacher's wrath. I raise my hand and tell the sub what we're supposed to be doing when he (or she) looks lost. I've gotten slammed into my locker by stupid jocks more times than I can count. And I am not going to start talking about the toilet of doom.

But even then, I had Zane. Evangeline. My mom. Uncle Jake. Aunt Nudge. Aunt Angel.

Right now, I bet you're going "Aunt Angel? I don't remember her being mentioned."

Yeah, me neither.

You're probably also wondering why I'm even taking the time to mention her here.

Cause she's standing here.

Right next to me.

Reading over my shoulder.

Guess what? My mom doesn't know she's alive. Cause she disappeared a year before I was born. And no one's seen her since. So either I suddenly gained a sixth sense and can see dead people, or she's really here.

One other thing. She's the same age as me. Actually, if you want to be technical, I'm three months older than her.

And yet she was born eight years after my mother.

Since my mom's 35 right now, and I'm 15, Angel should technically be 27.

And yet she's not. She is a teenager. A fifteen-year-old teenager. Who happens to be royally pissed at the moment.

Zane's POV

I never thought Talon's disappearance would make my life so great. If I had known that's all it would take to get Evangeline….

No, I still miss the little dweeb. I know its hit Evangeline even harder than it's hit me, if possible. How she can be so connected with him, even though they're polar opposites will always amaze me. Evangeline's popular, where Talon has no social skills whatsoever. Evangeline is beautiful, and Talon's…a dweeb. Hate to say it, but my little cousin is a 100 percent American stereotyped nerd. And proud of it, which just makes it that much worse.

But everyone secretly loves the nerd of the class. Very, very deep down somewhere they do. Which is why everyone is down to business around the home front.

"What's the plan lead?" Uncle Gazzy grinned, shaking his blond bangs into his eyes.

"Step 1. Locate the object of desire." Max's eyes had taken on a hard glint since Talon left, and she let no warmth seep into her words.

"Since when have we desired Talon?" The triplets giggled in unison at Hayden's joke. The whole unison thing always kinda creeped me out. It's like living with three robots, which happen to have very sharp fingernails.

Max ignored the triplets, only sparing a fraction of a second to glare at them.

"Step 2. Eliminate all objecting obstacles." Max held up her hands as the softer hearted of the reunited Flock began to argue.

"I am not about to risk my son's life because I didn't have the heart to kill an robot designed to kill me."

"Step 3. Bring Object of Desire home. Never let out of sight again."

We all shifted uncomfortably at this, as the glare of Max's eyes told us she wasn't kidding.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot one. We'll call it step one-half." Max turned her back to us and looked in the mirror hanging in the hallway.

"Find my children's grandfather. Inform him he has some serious explaining to do. Then promptly break fingers one by one until he whimpers please of mercy…" Max trailed off as her eyes flashed, probably thinking of more ways to torture whoever happened to be responsible for taking Talon.

"Max? Let's go discuss some more…human methods of talking to your father…" Fang led a scheming Max out of the room.

As all the people I had grown up around slowly started trailing out of Max's living room, I realized someone standing in the very back of the room. A tall, tan, and strong looking guy.

My father dearest.

"Hi dad?" This was super awkward…considering I'd been living with Max of my own choice for the past three years.

"Son." He acknowledged me briefly, barely making eye contact. I noticed the shuffling of his feet, and the way his eyes darted from his feet, to my face, to his hands.

He finally stopped shuffling and made eye contact with me. We were exactly the same height now, 6 foot. Poor little Evangeline was only 5' 5".

"Son, I feel real bad about not telling you this before. Of course it was guaranteed to happen sometime, but your mother didn't want you to feel any different. And as you weren't raised by the rest of the Tribe there wasn't exactly any golden opportunities…" My father rambled on. I shifted into a more comfortable position knowing a long talk was coming.

"Do you ever feel like there's something you can't explain? Just an extinct to run, run as fast as you can, and get away? Run until your skin sheds and your feet are bare." I was nodding even before he finished. I was thinking of how Evangeline and I ended up in the middle of the forest, and how I had no memory of getting there.

"Well…there's something that happens to all maturing men…women too now thanks to Leah…anyways, as you grow older you will find your body is changing, not just physically, but emotionally too."

I felt my eyes widen.

"Oh god no, not the Birds and Bee's talk Dad!"

"Not quite Son, not quite."

OOOOOHHHH! Zane's gonna get the Birds and Bee's talk. Oh wait, no he's not. Wolf and Fleas talk?

Soooo? What'd you think? Like it? Hate it? Sorry to take so long to update, but then again, I'm not exactly expecting any of you to come storm my house with pitchforks anytime soon. And since NO ONE told me who's POV they wanted, I just did what was easiest for me. Review please!

Remember, I'm one of those people who will be absoutley overjoyed if I get ten reviews. And I have 90 right now…so if I get ten, one lucky person will be my 100th reviewer! Yea! Virtual cookie for you! But no virtual lemon poppy-seed bread, cause that makes me feel sick just to think about.