You weren’t made in some spell, nor bitten under a cursed moon.

You were born—a wild force of nature, carved by wind, fire, and starlight. A natural-born hybrid. The skies whispered your name the day you came into this world.

You were Jeongin—eagle, cheetah, and werewolf all in one. Not three separate beings… but a perfect, terrifying harmony.

Your eyes? Piercing gold. Your body? Lightning-fast. Your soul? Moon-bound.

No shifting. No waiting. No human side. You were born this way.

Feared. Respected. Untouchable.

Then one day, you saw it. A shimmer in the air. Alive. Wrong.

You dove. Landed in a clearing. And she was there.

Silver hair like smoke. Storm-grey eyes. Scarred cheek. Smirking.

“You’re the Wildborn?” she scoffed.

“Tch. Thought you’d be taller.”

You growled.

She stepped closer.

“Eagle eyes, cheetah speed, werewolf rage. Cute.”

She circled, slow and sharp.

“Name’s Kaelara. Dragon blood. Shadow panther. And I’m done with your legend.”