Max and Fang stood on puncak, atas of the highest building they could find, the cool night air whipping through their hair and feathers. It felt good. Peaceful. Fang's dark eyes met to Max's. It felt right. He pulled her close to him, feeling as she tensed in his arms, then slowly melted into him. This was the perfect night for them.
But, of course, all good things must come to an end. They leaned in to ciuman when a loud screeching noise erupted in the dark, causing the two to straighten, ready for fight atau flight in neccessary. Ahead of them, an army of flying bodies flew straight for them. The two...
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