Within the deep birch forest, The Bakugou Tribe was thriving. They had full harvest, and there hadn't had any attacks from animals... or dragons.

Dragons were the most deadly flying creature in the world, but was even more deadly, was a certain hybrid. A dragon shifter, because a dragon shifter us part human, part dragon. They can understand human language, and dragon. Hell- they can even turn into a dragon! But hey, there's only a 0.1% chance a dragon shifter will ever be born.

All Katsuki's life, he had been taught to kill a dragon on sight. But what to do in case of a dragon shifter? Nope. He was the son of the tribe leader, but he had to earn it by hunting down and killing dragons. Since they did repopulate during the winter, that left the rest of the year for the Tribe to hunt as many as they can until the next winter.

Meanwhile, up high in the snowy mountains, was not just an ancient dragon, but a solo dragon shifter. Wings black as night, sharp eyes that had night vision. Black dragons were only born during a blood moon, so when a black dragon shifter is born, it's like a living good luck charm. But everyone thought they were bad luck to see, meaning that whoever saw one, they'd die soon.

Who knew, that a rare black dragon shifter and a barbaric dragon hunter would meet and.. perhaps, have an unbreakable bond?