Disguised by buildings, I watch several silhouettes stain the sky, I slowly count in my mind how many there are. My master wants me to kill these avian experiments. He ordered me to destroy them. I heard my collar jingle as my dog tags hit the metal on it. A freaking collar. With tags that stated my name "Rayna" and where to return me "if I'm found". And no, it is not a fashion statement just so you know. Teenagers these days wear crazy things including collars, animal ears, chains, and barely any clothes. No, I'm not like that. I'm "special". My collar is a combination of a tracking device, shock therapy, cold ass iron, and somehow an alarm clock or timer reminding me when to report to my master.

Ha. I remember when I didn't have a master. It's only been a few months with this creep and he's beaten me senseless to "regain my hostility and blood lust to become a proper exterminating experiment". Let me explain for a minute. I'm actually what you would most likely call an Eraser. Yes, an Eraser. A bloodthirsty killing machine. Kind of like a shark but you know, on land and wolfish. I know, I know, I seem to sound like the worst person you'd invite to a dinner or something but I have never been blood thirsty for as long as I remember.

You see, I was created in a place called the School, run by another horrid place called Itex or something like that. My memories fuzzy because you see, I have never visited either places. When I was only a baby, or I guess supposed to be, an older genetic scientist had smuggled me from the School and raised me like his grandchild. I was in fact his true grandchild because his daughter's eggs and son-in-law's sperm were "saved" after they got into a car accident. Maybe that's why I hate cars.

Anyway, my grandfather, heartbroken by the loss of his only relatives saw an opportunity in this new experiment the School was trying: raise an eraser from infancy to adulthood, trying to age it like a normal human. The scientists were curious as to why Erasers grew so fast, probably the canine genes, but they wanted to make one more human like, of course it was only so they could actually teach it how to fight properly with its animalistic instinct. Grandpa didn't really like this idea but hey, when you're desperate, you'll do anything you can.

My grandfather, a scientist who didn't actually test most of the experiments, gladly took this experiment into his own hands. Of course, he wasn't going to hand his grandbaby over to the mad scientists he worked with, certainly not this man my grandfather told me was named Jeb something. I have a bad habit of remembering names. All I remember about Jeb was that he was working on an avian-baby experiment of some sort.

So after he developed me (he incorporated arctic wolf DNA with my genes because he says it was my mothers favorite) he waited patiently for nine months, bought a lovely cabin in the woods in Northern California, close to Oregon, and even bought baby clothes, a crib, bibs, basically all the essentials for a young baby after it comes home. Then he stole me from the lab and left, he was actually very careful and didn't get caught at all.

Grandpa was a kind man, that's what I called him, "grandpa" and he loved it. I filled the void in his heart as he took care of me, homeschooling me, for obvious reasons, he even trained the wolf part of me, he had me change into a wolf as many times a day as I could the I'd run an obstacle course in my wolf form then he'd feed me. As first, it was just changing into a wolf of course. Which hurt a lot. Over the years though, I've become numb to the flesh ripping change from human to wolf and back again. I've got it down so well I've awed people who've accidently seen me, making them think I was magical.

Anyway, that life is over. My grandpa died a few months ago to the hand of my new master. Some crazy rich, insanely fat guy who wants the bird kids stuck in bird cages for him or killed and stuffed to put in his den. Whatever. If he wants them then he'll get them, not that I'm too keen on killing people. I almost killed a rabbit once (almost being the key word, she got away with tons of adrenaline and fear) and I couldn't sleep at all for the next 3 months.

So how will I be able to complete this mission the way that horrid man wants me to do? While questioning my conscience, my body went onto auto pilot and I turned into a sleek white wolf following the bird kids on land quickly, unlike older Erasers I need to be in my wolf form to actually want to chase something like flying experiments.

I dart through alleyways and around buildings, never losing the trail; I could run like this for hours.

Or so I thought. After four hours of the bird kids in flight I didn't lose them until they landed somewhere around where I was currently. Confused by the lost trail I sniff the air, looking for something that might be at least one of their scents.

Slowly and cautiously, I change back into a human and scan my surroundings; I'm not too fond at identifying things while they're in black and white. I'm about a mile or so from the ocean and from what I can see, there's no way to hide, other than a bathroom building. So of course I decide to check it out.

I glance in the mirror in case one came up behind me and attacked. I am the enemy after all, and for some reason I'm on high alert. My light skin and ice blue eyes glow in the dark room. My hair is messed up and looks ghostly white from what I'm guessing is the wolf genetics. Oh well. My clothes look old and torn from being on this hunt.

Anyway, after the mirror glance I remember my objective and when I'm trying to be stealthy in case they know I'm here and that's of course when BZZZZZZ. My stupid master is contacting me to figure out how far I am with getting the bird kids.

GREAT, just great, Now they'll most likely fly off or know I'm here. Fun.

And then it hit me, well more or less a she from what I could tell.

"Maximum Ride?" I guessed after fixing myself, I had another neat ability: I could heal in virtually minutes. It's the only reason I'm still alive with this stupid human. And hopefully it'd keep me alive in a fight I just know is coming.