6 IN KEEPERSHIP
If I was a full Vis, a true Aswang with shape-shifting skills, my animal form would be a cat. No doubt about it.
The cosiness of being cradled by Veren was purr-inducing, and she would have purred if she had been capable of it. His left arm was draped behind her, cushioning her back against the stone wall. She had laid her head on his chest. He smelled of that unidentified yet familiar scent of himself and night air. She closed her eyes to savour and drown her senses with the sensation of being close to him. It was also useful to pretend to doze off to avoid engaging with the three people who invaded their private moment.
She was comfortable, both inside and out. She could stay like this until morning. No conversations, just being together. The sound of the waves, the co
