A/N - and heres the next chapter to keep you going!

KATIE POV

I was sat in history, listening to Miss Clarkson go on and on about the Plains Indians, when my mind really wasn't in it. My eyes rested on the empty seat next to me, where Max should be sitting, and I sighed. I was worried - why had she run off like that? What had happened? I had never seen her so edgy before - not since she first came to live with us.

"Right, so if you could all copy that down off the board, I'm just going to the office to photocopy more worksheets. I expect you all to keep quiet" Miss Clarkson instructed, and she shuffled out the classroom. I waited a few minutes, and then grabbed my bag and walked out the classroom, ignoring the stares and questions off my classmates, breaking into a run once in the corridor.

Max had started acting wired when we were down on the running track, so I was guessing that was where she had gone back to - so that's where I began to run to. I pushed open the old creaky door and began to jog across the tarmac. Once I reached the grass and was out of sight of the main building, I broke into a fast run. I was amazed my shoes stayed on m feet, but then again, I was used to wearing them - unlike Max, who had hated them before she even wore them.

I arrived at the track to see nothing out of the ordinary, except some Sixth Formers smoking over in the corner by the steps, so I ran down to the next field ignoring their stares, feeling twigs scratch me as I ran through the trees too close to them.

I reached the football field, but nothing looked out of the ordinary, so I began to walk round, for some reason, just looking for anything that would help me know where Max was. Just a I was debating whether I should call her name, I got closer to the hawthorn hedge, separating the field from the cross country lane, when I heard voices. So I ran back to the style, and hopped over it.

I hurried down the lane, and round a corner, when I stopped dead. Because I could not be seeing what I thought I was seeing. I didn't know Max's flock very well, and had only seen them a few times when they were alive, and in photographs Dr Martinez had sent over after that, but I fairly sure that I knew who was talking to Max - even from the back I could see his olive skin, dark hair, and from the look on Max's face, I knew my assumption was right. But Fang was dead. I was at The School when he died - I saw the videotape of his death when I was in Dad's office, I had heard the screams when Max had been separated from her Flock for the last time. So who was this boy stood in front of me? I have never seen Max look so pale, shaken and scared. The pain was evident on her face - I had seen it so much in the first few months she was England with us, and had hoped to never see it again.

My thoughts died at the moment Max's legs gave way and her eyes closed. I gasped and lurched forwards, but I wasn't close enough to catch her - but 'Fang' was.

"Max!" I cried, running forward, throwing my bag off my shoulder to the ground, and kneeling next to my sister in this strangers arms.

"Who are you?" the boy spoke in an American accent, I saw him tense up when he realised he didn't know me.

"Katie Campbell - Max's sister" I pushed my hair out me face, "Sit her up, she'll come round soon" we shifted her so she was resting on my bag and his jacket, then we both stood up.

How could this be Fang? If it was him, why was he showing up now? And why the hell did he put Max through all the pain she went through when she thought he was dead, only to reappear 2 years later? It was downright selfish.

"Who are you?" I asked, already suspecting I knew the answer, "and I want your real name" I warned, not wanting some fake name like Nick or something.

"I'm Fang" he spoke calmly.

SLAP! My hand shot out and I slapped him - hard.

A/N - thanks for the reviews on my last chapter, they make me smile :) i hope for many more! x