I looked at Fang, my eyes watery. "Fang. . . You're actually thinking about-" "Yes, Max." Fang said flatly, the look in his eyes confident. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. Instead, I stared into his eyes, hoping to change his mind. But I didn't. Fang turned around, walking out of the house, shutting the door behind him. He was gone. He looked up to the sky, murmuring. "I will be heard." ================================ It was a normal morning, that was until Max encountered what she thought was a big joke. Fang, the co-leader of the Flock, was leaving. Max, who knew Fang's loyalty, wouldn't believe him when he said he was going, but little did she know he meant what he said.