Morphed

You fear us. For our superiority, you fear us. We are a species not known to man. We are not Doppelgängers or Mimics, no. We are Legends. We are the beings you fear. When you walk at night and feel like you're being watched, that is us. We are not a Pack. We are a crew; a family. Together, our existence could change everything. We will not harm you. We are dangerous. We do not accept cowards. We are the new age. When we arrive, there will be no turning back. We weren't born from your nightmares, your nightmares were born from us. We will stay in the shadows for now, but be warned, The New Age is upon you.

~Brielle Antaeus cant morph. Being surrounded by people who can however has taught her a LOT about how to kick some booty. Brielle's moving across the country with her pack-thing. Her family. She's forced to live with Wolves, the haughty creatures she despises. Despite this, Brielle is faced with many other challenges. She must face the light.

~ Lyra. She's quite confused. I mean, you probably would be too if this happened to you. Lyra doesn't really know what to do now that the light has shown on her, but she does know that her overprotective brother isn't helping. She needs space and time, things that will be hard to achieve.

Can Brielle get something out of the past to help with her present? Is Lyra the secret? Or is it the light? Or maybe, it's that Dairy Queen over there, begging the girls to just "eat me". because, me too.

This book will cause many eye rolls, possibly a couple mermaid tears, and *gasp*! MAYBE EVEN A GIGGLE. AND IF WERE REALLY LUCKY WE COULD EVEN GET A LAUGH. A REAL ONE. YEAH.

Morphers, you have been warned.