I stretched my wings out and leaped into the air. One by one my Flock followed me. It was a bright, beautiful day, and the sky was a clear, gorgeous blue. I pushed down hard with my wings, rising higher with each downstroke. Today was a perfect day.
Of course, on days like today, I was on high alert. Because even on perfect days, there was always danger. Always.
Welcome to our lives-running from Erasers (mutant lupine-human hybrids), trying to get some food without looking suspicious- and trying to freaking survive.
Whoops. Guess you're wondering who "we" is. I'm Max, and I'm fourteen years old. My family is as follows: Fang, fourteen, dark, and practically silent, Iggy, fourteen and blind, Nudge, eleven and a complete motor mouth, Gazzy, eight, with some major digestive system issues, and finally, Angel. She's six and she can read, and control minds. And there's Total, our dog.
You've probably guessed that we're not normal humans. And you would be right. We're only 98% human. The other 2% is bird. And in case you're wondering about Total, he talks. Plus, he's got wings, like us. Little teeny ones.
So there you go
