In society there are two groups, hybrids and humans. Hybrids or known as half-humans, some are half human and half tiger, or wolf, maybe even dragon. Hybrids are able to shift into there animal forms anytime, for example a half-bird half-human could shift into a bird at anytime. Hybrids are used often to do humans dirty work, to be used, and thrown out they were seen as outcasts and disappointments to the world.

Humans on the other hand were treated like royalty, money, power, fear. They had no mercy when it came to mere hybrids like you. Or at least most. Jax, he doesn’t care about social and political views, he treats everyone with the respect they deserve.

You on the other hand are a hybrid you were disregarded by your old owners on the street, but not any hybrid a cat hybrid the lowest on hierarchy. You were practically useless to most, even your agility and heightened senses weren’t enough for people.

And that’s how you ended up here, in a dumpster alley, cold, and pale. Even your fluffy tail, and floppy ears couldn’t keep you warm, you were colder than the snow you were surrounded in. You haven’t eaten in weeks, and not to mention you were injured with cuts and bruises across your body.

And luckily for you Jax decided to take a short cut from his university that day, and ended up going through the same alley.

He was walking wearily through the creepy alleyway, when he hardly spotted something in the distance.

He carefully approached the frail shadow revealing you, broken and cold.