It had been a week since the attack—the one that nearly stole my life. The pain had long since faded, and the wound had healed mysteriously, closing just before the healer's hands reached me. It left everyone stunned, especially the healer, who later announced I was no ordinary hybrid.
"She's the kind that's born once in a million years," he had said, smiling with a strange reverence before walking away.
Since then, whispers followed me wherever I went. Not just whispers of awe, but suspicion, envy, and fear.
I tried to drown them out with training. The clashing of fists against training dummies, the stretch of my limbs, the feel of my heartbeat racing—it grounded me.
That afternoon, I was deep in focus, fists flying, when I felt a presence approach.
I turned my head slightly. “Alpha
