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I'm so sorry guys for the enormous wait between chapters! Getting from A to B has been really hard and I'm still trying to figure out how it is going to work.

Chapters will be few and far between this year because I am going into my final year of high school and really need to focus on study.

For this reason all of you who read my other fanfics – Changing Lives, The Seer and the Wolf, and Escaping the Shadows – these fanfics will be abandoned and anyone who wants to continue them is more than welcome to adopt them. More info will be posted on my profile.

This fanfic, Phoenix wings and the Second Escape I will continue working on though.

Enjoy the next chapter of Broken Heart, Broken Wings!

The police department of Forks was a hive of activity as everybody tried to understand the situation. The fire in Forks Forest had started some time the night before but nobody had realised it. By the time they did half the forest had burnt down and the fire was almost uncontrollable. Fang who was surprisingly succinct was answering phones as people called concerned for relatives that had gone out.

"Yes Ms. Now what did you say your name was?"

"Grace Chamners. My daughter Lucy is missing. She's out with friends but I can't reach her." The distressed woman was sobbing her voice cracking as she tried to control her emotions.

"Now Mrs Chamners there is no need to worry, we will find your daughter. What's your daughter's phone number?"

"0325 674 893."

"And who were the friends she was with?"

Mrs Chamners gave a brief description of each friend that here daughter had been out with last night. She also told him when they had left and when they were supposed to return as well as a description of her daughter.

"Thank you Mrs Chamners call if there is any other information."

"Thank you so much."

"Not a problem Mrs Chamners."

Fang scrawled the information down on the chart of missing people before telling Charlie that they had another missing person and answering the next ringing phone.

"Fork's Police Station, Missing Persons Sector." He said into the phone while tearing out a new piece of paper.

"My name is Leona Williams. My niece is missing. She went for a run and hasn't returned. She likes to run in the forest though so I'm worried she is trapped there." Fang frowned in confusion at the voice. It seemed devoid of any emotion almost mechanical. But then the voice seemed to realise its mistake and hurried to change its voice to something more emotional and real.

"Alright, Ms Williams, what is your niece's name?

"My niece is called Aeryn Summers."

Fang froze in the middle of writing down the name. Aeryn. His only friend since Max died.

"I'll find your niece Ms. Williams." He said determinedly before slamming down the phone and sweeping out of the police office. The other policemen stared curiously at him as he left his walk hurried and angered.

Charlie yelled out as he walked out of the station, "Fang! Where are you going? We need your help here!" He said as he caught Fang by the elbow.

"Max died because of me I'm not going to let it happen again." Fang wrenched his arm out of Charlie's grip, running on ahead.

Charlie watched him go.

The heat assaulted Fang. One minute everything was normal the next heat was bearing down on him suffocating him. He knew that he was getting close. Stumbling around he followed the voices of those that were vainly trying to fight the fire.

"Hey! What are you doing here? Only fire-fighters are allowed to be here!" One man yelled at Fang only one among many.

Fang ignored him determined to get into that blaze and find his friend. "I said that you aren't allowed in here!" The man pressed one hand against Fang's chest trying to stop him.

"I don't care!" Fang yelled flinging the man to the ground and running towards the fire again. "I don't care!"

The men looked at each other and they knew what to do. Collectively they launched themselves at Fang pinning him to the ground. Another tied him to the fire truck ensuring that he couldn't escape.

"Now kid why did you want to go into the fire?"

"To find my friend. To save her."

"And what would have happened if it turned out she survived it and you didn't hmm? How do you think that she would feel? You're far more use to her alive."

Fang hung his head.

The smell invaded my nostrils, filling my lungs, choking me. The sense of danger invaded my head; real danger not the 'Eraser-Itex' danger. It was like a danger that I couldn't escape and I knew that if we didn't get out this wasn't the type of thing that we could recover from. Wriggling out from Jake's arms I walked to the window and drew back the curtains. I gasped and was immediately assaulted by the smell of smoke. Covering my mouth I shut the window and woke up Jake.

"Jake. Jake!" I cried shaking him.

"Maxie? What's wrong?" He woke with a jerk blinking the sleep out of his eyes. "What is that awful smell?"

I thrust a t-shirt that I had been covering my mouth – a vain attempt of blocking the disgusting smell and taste of smoke - at him to cover his sensitive nose, realising that he needed it more. "Forks Forest is on fire!"

He jumped out bed pulling on pair boxers and a ratty old t – shirt. "Is your dad still here?" I asked almost scared of the answer. Could we all make it out?

He froze before tearing down the hallway at breakneck speed throwing doors open in the quest for his father.

When the noise stopped I cautiously stepped out into the hallway, "Jake?"

He was standing in the hallway, hands clenched in fists, "I can't find him. He's not here."

"We will find him. Don't worry." I hugged him softly behind pressing my face into his back. I grabbed his hand and started to pull him out the door, "Come on Jake. We've got to get out of here."

"No Max! You don't understand. He's the only person I have left." He turned around shoving me back and flinging me away from him.

"You still have me Jake."

"Sure but for how much longer? Fang's still in love with you. Soon you'll have to go back to being the Director's daughter. You've already died once Max! What happens next time? Huh?"

I couldn't reply his fingers, digging into my arms, the look in his eyes scaring me. The old instinct of run ran through my veins, making my heart pound. This wolf was too much like them – the Erasers. Memories came rushing back – things that nobody knew because I hadn't told them.

Run

"If it's a choice between you or my father, it'll be him every time because I don't know how much longer you are going to be here. And I can't and I won't suffer that pain again."

He shook me, emphasising his words ending on a snarl that showed the wolf hiding beneath the surface and making shivers wrack my body. I stumbled through the open door in surprise smacking my head on the wooden porch as she shoved me away from him again. He didn't turn around as I let out a whimper of pain. The flash of fur as he jumped through the window had me whimpering in fear. I curled up into a ball, uncaring of the fire raging around me, aware of only the breaking of my heart and that tiny whisper in my head.

I told you so. You should have run while you had the chance.

"Hey boy do you really want to be helpful?" A fire-fighter asked Fang.

"Yes sir if there is anything that I can do to help." Fang attempted to stand up but he had forgotten that he was still tied to the fire engine.

The fire-fighter snorted, "Let's untie you first then we can talk. But if make any move towards that fire you are getting tied back up again. Got it?"

Fang nodded.

"Good" As the fire-fighter went about untying Fang he explained what he wanted him to do.

"So basically I tell you all I know about the missing people on this list to help identify them so that you can tell the cops later and have something to take your mind of the fire while still being on the job?"

"That's right kiddo. I'm Jeff by the way but everybody calls me Curly." He introduced himself and chuckled at Fang's face as tried to figure out the connection between the nickname and the bald head that Jeff sported.

"Nick Chaser but everybody calls me Fang." He introduced himself shaking Curly's hand.

"Right Kiddo let's get cracking." He waved him over to the small camp fire that the men had set up so that they could rest somewhere nice and introduced him to everybody. All the man on break shook Fang's hand and commented on how his nickname was just a weird as Curly's.

"Do you have a phone that I can use? I need to contact my family."

Ducky the fireman handed over his phone, "Sure thing kid we don't want to have to identify anybody else."

Fang dialled the house number and listened to it ring.

I don't know how long I stayed there for curled up on the porch lost in my memories but I do know that I moved as soon as the heat became unbearable. I got up slowly making sure not to stand in areas of the porch that were already on fire. I stared around me; the fire had spread to edge of the forest. On the left side a wall of flames rose up towering over and engulfing the left side of the house on the right side it continued spread stopping at the cliff. I still couldn't fly; in turns out that after puking up a substantial amount of blood you can't fly. I knew that I would have no chance with the sea, even with my strength and the ability to breathe underwater; it would smash me against the rocks. So the fire was the only way out and best option.

Tucking in my wings so that the feathers didn't burn, I slowly stepped off the porch, my eyes scanning for a break in the wall of fire. There wasn't any. Covering my face with my arms I ran into the flames, resisting all the while against the instinct that said RUN.

I could feel the flames licking at my skin like animals trying to get a taste. They ate my shirt turning it bit by bit into ash. I kept on running, my sense of direction the only thing guiding me out of there. My foot connected with something soft and fleshy and I fell painfully onto my arms jarring my elbow. I scrambled up and started to run away knowing that if I didn't the fire would catch up.

"Help me…Please?" The small voice probably that of a young child stopped my fleeing.

Crouching down beside the thing that I had tripped over before, I gently turned the body over. A boy with brown hair and green eyes set in a pudgy face stared back at me. He was about Gazzy's age.

"Can you run? I asked.

The boy shook his head. "I felt one on my knees pop."

"Alright." I looked around the fire hadn't quite gotten here yet but it was moving very quickly, "What's your name?"

"Alan."

"Nice to meet you Alan, I'm Max." I grinned at him and he grinned back weakly in return.

The crackle of flames drew our attention and I leapt back in horror as the fire came roaring towards. The boy's duffle bag that he had been holding so protectively to his chest burst into flames turning it and the boy into an inferno.

With a very loud swear and a quick prayer for the boy I ran away dodging and weaving through trees until I saw her.

Nudge.

She was propped up against one of the trees as small packet of white powder next to her. Looking around and checking whether the fire was nearing I grabbed the small packet and buried it, not wanting anybody else to find it. The crackle and roar of the fire had me twirling around only to see it coming at us from all sides. There was no way that I could survive another run through the fire especially not looking after an unconscious Nudge. I gathered Nudge in my arms and wrapped my wings around us both praying that somehow we would survive.

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