Morphers

Prologue

LILA

I run through the trees, calling to Lola to stay behind me. I can see the searchlights, hear the footsteps of the chasers. Lola is panting, calling to me to stop, but I know we can't.

"Shift!" In one fluid motion, I change into a sleek, ebony-black cat, my body elongating and becoming streamlined. My senses are sharpened, my vision clear. I sprint along the ground, keeping my body flat to avoid the gunfire.

Without looking behind me, I know that Lola will be above me, flying through the skies in her favourite guise as an owl. She's always a barn owl, with beautiful russet wings and tawny head.

I hear a shot, shaking me out of my thoughts. I bound up the tree closest to me, a majestic elm with lots of places to perch. Lola comes and alights on the branch next to me. What are we going to do? she asks me telepathically. I don't know, I reply.

You see, the thing is: We will never stop being hunted. To the rest of the world, we are freaks. We are the Morphers.

Hey everyone! This is just the prologue for this new book idea I am trying out, comment and vote if you want me to write more please!