Max and Fang

Fang looked at dylan across the wrestling mat and knew that he would win. There wasnt a if, an ou but about it. He was sick and tired of Dylan smarting off when Max wasn't around. Fang took a attacking stance, he knew that Dylan, like the rest of them had been trained to fight. still that didn't stop him from wanting to beat that little twirp's butt! dylan smiled at him, which kind of made him mad. Fang ran up to Dylan and did a round house kick, whick he blocked. Fang backed up and came at Dylan with everything he had, but still Dylan kept blocking his blows. Fang smiled to himself and thought...

Max POV

I felt horrible. Why was the Voice suddenly Angel? The flock just stared at me in a shocked silence. Then Angel spoke.

"But Max, it could just mean that I sounded like the Voice, not that I acually am the Voice."

"But we don't know that for sure, sweetie. It's just too confusing!" I sounded like a whinny little kid. I just wanted to curl up and cry. My baby, my Angel, the Voice? Suddenly it was all too much for me and i sat down.

"It sounded like she was predicting the future," Iggy said. "It didn't sound like her though. Too hoarse."

"Like a prophecy," Fang commenté quietly. He sat down...

this is my continuation of book 5. So technically, Book 6.


Max's POV

Last toi heard of me, I was flying in my fleeting piece of heaven with Fang. Afterwards we sat down with the flock to try to decide where to go. We were sitting on the plage discussing our options, then suddenly Angel fell over.
I ran over, "Angel, what's the matter?"
As I reached her she sat up and began to speak in a really weird voice,


"You will travel to Africa,
There toi will meet a rich, strange man,
If toi want to complete your mission to save the world, toi must go now."


Then Angel blinked sleepily at us, and smiled asking...