Chapter 16- Meet the Graywings
Okay, it's been a little more than a while since I've been on here but I've been grounded for a long time. I still don't have my computer back. I'm just using it and I thought why not update my story. I'm sorry.
Anyways, this is supposed to be a pretty exciting chapter if only I could remember what I wanted this to be about. I'll probably edit this chapter later but this is pretty much it now.
Max
"What were you guys thinking?" I scream, releasing Iggy's ear and Gazzy's elbow. Iggy, being only human, stumbled from the force of my slight push and fell to the ground, nursing his ear.
"Relax, Max, we were only having a little fun," Fang grins cheekily.
I glare at him and he looks down, muttering a sorry.
"We're going to stay here for a while so you guys had better start treating these people nicer! We can't get kicked out of here!"
"We're not going to get kicked out anyways, you're the Cardinal!" Iggy protests.
"That doesn't mean we can take advantage of them like that! Besides they're wary of humans, and you guys are supposed to be my prisoners. You better get in line!" I smirk.
Iggy and Fang exchange a look.
"I'm serious," I growl and they stand, single file as I lead them back to Mom, Angel and Dylan. Dylan gives Iggy and Fang a dirty look. I don't do anything. They deserved it.
Dylan turns from them without saying a word, "May I, Your Grace?" He holds out the crook of his elbow for me. I roll my eyes and take it. He leads us down the path toward the center of the city, pointing out that the growth on the cave walls did whatever and whoever lived over there by the stream and they were important for some reason. The giant light source in the middle was to serve as blah blah blah and the importance of etiquette here were held in high standard and when meeting the High Chief whats-his-name I should curtsy but maybe not because I'm the Cardinal in which case he'll bow to me and rules upon rules upon rules.
"He's as bad as Nudge," Iggy comments. Whoever this Nudge person is, I can't imagine they can talk as much as Dylan can. It was driving me crazy.
I was saved when we finally came to the source of the life. Apparently, the high chief lived inside there. See? I did learn something from Dylan's droning.
"This is where the High Chief's advisors meet," Dylan says. Oh, so not where the High Chief lives.
They must have been expecting us because the doors swung open at that exact moment.
Fang
I blinked.
"You want me to do what?" I ask again, incredulous.
"Take off your clothes and put on the robe," the bat man A/N- I didn't do that on purpose, promise repeats himself calmly, a thin gray-white robe folded neatly on his outstretched hand. I looked around. They were only making Iggy and I do this. I guess they trusted the others enough to let them wear their own clothes.
"That's ridiculous! Why?" I half-shout.
"Just do it, Fang," Max says condescendingly. Iggy was already happily putting on his new clothes. I roll my eyes and turn around, pulling off my dirty tunic and pants and wrapping the robe around me, tying it tightly.
"It's because I'm human, isn't it?" I protest.
"It is actually," Max replies.
"Isn't that racist," my eyebrows furrow.
"Says the one who's mom s-" she stops herself, looking away.
"Slaughtered almost all of the shifter race," I finish for her, seeing the guilt in her stance.
"Fang, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that," she turns back to me, trying to reach out to me but I keep myself at a distance.
No, she shouldn't have said that, but it didn't make it any less true. My mom did a terrible thing and Max knows it wasn't my fault. But there's a little part of her that hates me because of what my mom did.
I put on a blank mask, shutting all emotion out.
"Fang, please, I didn't mean it," she half begs, but not completely because the great Cardinal Maximum Ride never begs. We walk down the hall, following the others who ignore us. I looked up; it was a long way to the meeting room. This is going to be the worst ten minutes of my life.
"You did though." I don't look at her.
"I didn't mean for it to slip out," she corrects herself.
"It's the same thing. Even if you didn't say it, you thought it."
Max's eyes are tired, pleading, sad, "Fang."
"Max."
"Fang, look at me."
I don't.
"Look at me."
I still don't.
"Fang!" Max pulls my arm so I'm facing her, and she rose up on her toes so her eyes are level with mine, "I'm sorry, Fang."
My eyes dart away, feeling her warm breath against my cheeks, "Fine."
"Good, so we're okay?"
"Yeah, we're okay." As okay as we ever could be. But I didn't say it. She heard it anyways.
Max
I try to block out Fang. But I feel so guilty.
"Your Grace!" A voice calls to me. It's Dylan's.
I raise my eyes to see. The High Chief stands in the doorway, the entire structure pulses with a cool light. He was possibly the last clan leader in the entire shifter existence. He stood with a certain strength though, a tired old strength but it was there. He had blonde hair, thinned now and almost white. His blue eyes are unsettling and wise, almost piercing into my soul. They scanned our group and landed on Fang, his lip curling in disgust. And then Dylan steps up next to the High Chief. My brain rushed to make connections and as the High Chief's hand came down on Dylan's shoulder, it's clear. Dylan is the son of the High Chief.
The High Chief made some connections of his own because his lips shifted to form three words filled to the brim with hate, "The Human Prince."
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