The morning sun filtered through the health centre's tinted windows, casting a soft glow on the bustling hallway. Jarlon, wearing his usual playful grin, cradled Calleum in his arms. The one-month-old baby was bundled in a cosy onesie with tiny lion cub patterns—a gift from Bian, who had called him "Little King." Calleum's curious eyes scanned the unfamiliar sights as they strolled down the corridor, his tiny hands occasionally flailing with excitement.
"Alright, little man," Jarlon said, adjusting Calleum in his arms. "Let's see how many fans you've got today."
As if on cue, a small group of hybrids gathered near the entrance to greet them. They were an eclectic mix—one with feline traits, another with fox-like ears, and a third with chameleon-like skin that shimmered faintly in the lig
