Alma Alexander.
Random.
Palomino Press. 2014
I am a Random Were, which means I am a Were of no fixed form—like all Random Were,
my family can become any warm-blooded creature which is the last thing they see before they Turn.
For me, when my time came, that meant… trouble.
I was quite young when I lost my older sister, Celia, and my family never spoke about her. It was only when I found the secret diaries that she had left behind that I began to discover the truth behind her life and her death.
I never understood what drove my moody and dangerous older brother until I began to get an inkling about his part in Celia’s death… and until, driven to the edge of patience and understanding, he finally had to face his own Turn problems… and disastrously took matters into his own hands.
One thing is clear.
Everything I thought I knew about Were-kind was wrong.