Birth of a Raven by M. Sinclair

Before Vegas and her men joined the Red Masques, they were... the Ravens. Our small Midwestern town has always been a quiet, sleepy, and safe place to grow up in. My foster family has made our home here and I hadn’t expected anything different for our senior year of high school. But noise is being made in our small town. Suddenly, there are new people that have come to town. Rumor of drugs being sold have expanded and have begun to affect those around us. Everyone seems to be acting... Different. Although, to be fair I don’t think the change between my eight boys and I have anything to do with mysterious strangers and drug sales. No, that has to do with a far larger realization I made lately. One I am desperately trying to ignore. I can sense change is in the air and it worries me. Something tells me that I won’t be able to ignore any of our problems anymore… which means I am so screwed.