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Ten to one wasn’t exactly stellar odds, but he would deal with these monsters himself. It would be his parting gift to the flock.
After all, it wasn’t like the Cryenas were going to
kill him
. Not unless Angel was very wrong.
Fang brought his knees to his chest and then kicked sharply up at the sky, surrendering to his bird instincts. His wings folded tight against his back, his hands cut downward as he gained speed, and he zeroed in on his prey with calm precision as the ground rushed toward him.
The second before he smashed into the earth, Fang pulled up his head and grinned. “Gotcha.”
With all the momentum of his dive, he plowed into the leader of the pack, sending it knocking into the other Cryenas like a perfectly spun bowling ball.
It was almost cartoonish the way the stunned creatures were flung outward on impact, and Fang might’ve laughed, but he was pinned under one of them, and his mouth was full of dirt.
Fang reached his arms around the Cryena that was crushing him. The hairless skin moved over powerful muscles as the animal squirmed in his grasp, and Fang was disgusted to feel rough, scabby sores beneath his fingers. He hurled the creature off him and jumped to his feet.
The other Cryenas were already moving in on him now. Their tongues hung out of their mouths, already salivating as they started to circle him, herding him. Up close, the foul smell was overwhelming.
“You guys reek.” Fang hid his nose in the crook of his arm.
These Cryenas were in much rougher shape than the ones they’d seen in Sydney. Some of their spots seemed to be actually melting off, and their skin looked thin and grayish, almost as if they were rotting from the inside out.
Fang knew he’d have a much better shot striking from above, so he shook out his wings and leaped into the air, taunting his pursuers as he zigzagged just above their heads. They loped around him, trotting closer and moving away.
“Come on, you cowards!”
Each time he struck one on its humped back or flat head, four more would hurl themselves at him, nipping at him and whining as Fang rose again.
Blood was seeping from a dozen bites on his legs, but there was freedom in the pain. It meant he was still alive, still feeling, and he felt invincible.
Whatever they did to him, however hard they fought, in the end, he would win.
Then one jumped higher than the rest, and Fang stifled a scream as the skin on his left forearm was torn away. The pain was shocking, stunning, and as Fang dipped for just a moment, they pulled him down.
Their target felled, pack mentality kicked in, and the Cryenas swarmed all at once. Claws dug at his chest, teeth sank into his shoulder, and wet muzzles nuzzled in, ready to feast on his insides. The weight of all the bodies pushed in and in and in on him, and Fang would have gagged from the smell if his chest wasn’t being crushed.
You will not die today
, Fang repeated to himself.
Angel showed you where you would die, and it’s far from here. A world away from Max.
A tense grunt escaped him at the thought, and all the hurt and frustration and bitterness he felt rushed to the surface. Just
knowing
his fate was more painful than the most gruesome death he could imagine.
Maybe he should let these monsters just kill him now.
But then a strange light caught Fang’s eye—something slowly blinking green behind one of the Cryena’s ears. Frowning, Fang let his eyes trail to the scabs he felt at its sides.
And in the place where the tawny skin had torn, Fang saw the dull shine of metal poking through. And he understood: They were robots.
Someone sent them here. Someone is tracking the flock.
21
FANG LET OUT a violent roar of fury.
After all they had been through the last few months—tsunamis, volcanoes, and living on the edge of starvation—
they were still being hunted
.
So Fang reacted like a hunted animal, one that had been cornered and threatened and beaten down too many times, an animal that just needed a
After all, it wasn’t like the Cryenas were going to
kill him
. Not unless Angel was very wrong.
Fang brought his knees to his chest and then kicked sharply up at the sky, surrendering to his bird instincts. His wings folded tight against his back, his hands cut downward as he gained speed, and he zeroed in on his prey with calm precision as the ground rushed toward him.
The second before he smashed into the earth, Fang pulled up his head and grinned. “Gotcha.”
With all the momentum of his dive, he plowed into the leader of the pack, sending it knocking into the other Cryenas like a perfectly spun bowling ball.
It was almost cartoonish the way the stunned creatures were flung outward on impact, and Fang might’ve laughed, but he was pinned under one of them, and his mouth was full of dirt.
Fang reached his arms around the Cryena that was crushing him. The hairless skin moved over powerful muscles as the animal squirmed in his grasp, and Fang was disgusted to feel rough, scabby sores beneath his fingers. He hurled the creature off him and jumped to his feet.
The other Cryenas were already moving in on him now. Their tongues hung out of their mouths, already salivating as they started to circle him, herding him. Up close, the foul smell was overwhelming.
“You guys reek.” Fang hid his nose in the crook of his arm.
These Cryenas were in much rougher shape than the ones they’d seen in Sydney. Some of their spots seemed to be actually melting off, and their skin looked thin and grayish, almost as if they were rotting from the inside out.
Fang knew he’d have a much better shot striking from above, so he shook out his wings and leaped into the air, taunting his pursuers as he zigzagged just above their heads. They loped around him, trotting closer and moving away.
“Come on, you cowards!”
Each time he struck one on its humped back or flat head, four more would hurl themselves at him, nipping at him and whining as Fang rose again.
Blood was seeping from a dozen bites on his legs, but there was freedom in the pain. It meant he was still alive, still feeling, and he felt invincible.
Whatever they did to him, however hard they fought, in the end, he would win.
Then one jumped higher than the rest, and Fang stifled a scream as the skin on his left forearm was torn away. The pain was shocking, stunning, and as Fang dipped for just a moment, they pulled him down.
Their target felled, pack mentality kicked in, and the Cryenas swarmed all at once. Claws dug at his chest, teeth sank into his shoulder, and wet muzzles nuzzled in, ready to feast on his insides. The weight of all the bodies pushed in and in and in on him, and Fang would have gagged from the smell if his chest wasn’t being crushed.
You will not die today
, Fang repeated to himself.
Angel showed you where you would die, and it’s far from here. A world away from Max.
A tense grunt escaped him at the thought, and all the hurt and frustration and bitterness he felt rushed to the surface. Just
knowing
his fate was more painful than the most gruesome death he could imagine.
Maybe he should let these monsters just kill him now.
But then a strange light caught Fang’s eye—something slowly blinking green behind one of the Cryena’s ears. Frowning, Fang let his eyes trail to the scabs he felt at its sides.
And in the place where the tawny skin had torn, Fang saw the dull shine of metal poking through. And he understood: They were robots.
Someone sent them here. Someone is tracking the flock.
21
FANG LET OUT a violent roar of fury.
After all they had been through the last few months—tsunamis, volcanoes, and living on the edge of starvation—
they were still being hunted
.
So Fang reacted like a hunted animal, one that had been cornered and threatened and beaten down too many times, an animal that just needed a
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