I'm not like you. Not good. Not human. They call me Oleander. Toxic and deadly. I killed my first human at nine years old…and I'll kill many more. Because humans just won't leave me alone. I'm scared. Scared of their hate…scared of their ignorance. But most of all I'm scared when they come with their guns and their armies…and they will come. I never wanted this dark power inside me. Never wanted to be anything more than good. I'm hiding now. Hiding with three just like me. Shadow, Tex and Sixth. We're on the run because of what I've done—and what I am. They'll keep me safe. That's what they tell me. But Oleander isn't just deadly, it's noxious…growing, spreading poisoned roots through this world. I want to believe I'm the good guy. But what if I'm not? What if humans are right? What if I'm the monster?