angle

Max POV

I felt horrible. Why was the Voice suddenly Angel? The flock just stared at me in a shocked silence. Then ángel 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 comentó quietly. He sat down...

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


Max's POV

Last tu 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 playa discussing our options, then suddenly ángel 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 tu will meet a rich, strange man,
If tu want to complete your mission to save the world, tu must go now."


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