Introduction

Ezra POV

Everyone has secrets. It can be something as small as you stole food off the table or something as big as you killing someone but everyone has secrets. Including myself.

I am a rare type of being that my grandma calls a 'rare' or 'faze.' I'm basically a life-sucking beast that disguises as a human but the thing is, I was not in a disguise. I was a mutant.

Long snow-white hair with crystal white eyes was my appearance while I was calm. Not hungry, not sad, not happy, just 'fine' not feeling at all. I never saw many emotions, because my face is so readable, like when I'm angry my eyes would turn red to show minium anger, and black if I was lost in anger but I'm happy to say I've never had black eyes for my whole 17 years of living.

I live with my mom and dad who are just like me. Well, they are actual fazes that turn into beasts and eat up to 10 people per week. When I was born though, at mid-night in some abandoned building sitting in the middle of a 'bright morning star,' which is what my grandparents called the symbol of the ground in my birth pictures, my parents swore to me that I would live normally so they stopped killing people and started hunting animals. But I would like to say my life is far from normal.