Fully dressed and composed I reached the door of the study. Hand on the doorknob I look back and saw Mr. D still sitting on the floor by the Lady's feet kissing and caressing one of her hands while her other hand ran through his hair. I'd had a hard time trying to imagine what love and devotion was but seeing those two, I finally had a picture of what it could look like. I half-smiled. I was happy for them but also a little envious.
I wish I had something like that but wild werecats didn't. In all our history I had never heard of a wild cat having a companion. Some of the domesticated cats had been tamed and lived a more human life but my family was pureblood wild. There was no tame blood in us. Even just at the thought of being tamed my cat grew disgruntled.
Walking through the house I
