While Marco and the opposite Animorphs examine Visser One's mystery underwater undertaking, Marco reveals out that his mom is his worst enemy--the chief of the Yeerk invasion of Earth. (Digest) .
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I may odor the water as I sucked it in, relentlessly sampling. And immediately, i may odor blood. i used to be conscious of the others close by. I knew they have been sharks like me. yet i did not care. i used to be at the path of blood. I the smell of the blood. not more than a couple of drops of blood, a skinny, wispy path diluted in billions of gallons of surging seawater, yet I smelled it. I the odor during the water. If the odor was once more desirable in my left nose, I veered left. If it was once superior on my correct, I veered correct. it should lead me to prey. it should lead me to nutrients. The blood path had come from very within reach! i'll experience it, and a chilly pleasure seized me. Blood! A wounded animal! Prey! yet as I became and became back, circling again towards extra shallow water, I turned annoyed. the place used to be it? the place used to be the bleeding creature? the place was once my prey? The others turned around close by. one in every of them brushed opposed to me, sandpaper on sandpaper. They have been looking it, too. The bleeding prey whose smell stuffed our heads. the place used to be it? The shark mind was once stressed, doubtful. And in that second of misunderstanding and uncertainty, the metal brain of the shark left a moderate crack. sufficient of a crack. sufficient for my human mind to name up the image of a human hand, bleeding from a small reduce. My hand! My hand. The human named Marco.