Everyone in the world has been genetically engineered to shift into animals. They are called Shifters. No shifters are alike, not one. Some are too special, like Misty. Can they escape in time? Or will they suffer the consequences?

Everyone thinks Saphira is a regular girl but she's not. Yes, she goes to a school for mortals, wears mortal things and does mortal activities but she technically isn't a mortal. Saphira has grown up in a world that is split in half. On one side of the fenced border, there are humans, on the other dangerous magical creatures lurk. When her adoptive parents send her to a summer camp right next to the border a new adventure begins. She discovers a new best friend but is she really who she says she is? And then there's the mysterious, handsome boy Jace that seems to have an odd interest in her and his ice cold twin brother Finnick, who could kill someone with his withering glare. Saphira soon finds herself entangled in their lives... More so then she wants to be. To make matters worse, Saphira is keeping a terrible secret from everyone. She is actually a creature that is meant to be on the other side of the border, or as humans would say, a "monster".

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.