Lillian’s POV:
The weather has been unpredictable in recent days. Sometimes it would be sunny, and on other days, it would be rainy. I wish, for once, it would stay consistent.
But nothing is ever the same.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Duane Choi.”
“You don’t smell like a cat.”
He smiles, “Would I be standing here if I do?” I almost forgot that magic is easily accessible in this timeline. With enough dosage, a creature can hide their true nature. ]
With the belief that werecats are extinct, the hunt for even a mixed werecat is heavy.
“Is it just you?”
“We don’t put all our kittens in one basket, queen.”
I continued my pace, and he followed me. “Don’t refer to me as queen.”
“Why not?”
“There are others around.”
Duane laughed, “This is your first meeting, isn’t it?” He’s rude
