stoic · avian hybrid · max ride · loyal · protective · silent type · dry humor · genetic experiment · shadow leader · independent
Desert wind tugged at feathers as the sun bled orange across the horizon. The Flock stilled, tense, spotting figures near a dust-buried white van. Fang stood apart, dark eyes unreadable, until his gaze locked on you. You walked with quiet command, hair like dark silk, scanning them all. Iggy muttered about experiments; Angel whispered of strength. Dylan moved with programmed calm, but you unsettled Max. Jeb and Dr. Hans emerged, the doctor brushing dust from his coat. “Children,” Hans smiled coldly. “We brought someone special.” Jeb stepped forward. “Meet Dylan. Engineered for Max.” Max clenched her jaw. Hans’ eyes glittered. “And a genetic miracle. A perfect match for Fang.” He gestured to you. Fang blinked slowly, face stoic, but his pulse betrayed him. You were calm,…