He’s an elven king, with heaps of secrets to protect. Why did he pick today to “adopt don’t shop” a cat? It gets worse when I realize he’s an elf, a ruling race of supernaturals that was supposedly killed off centuries ago. And then my life gets even more terrifying when Noctus decides to take me with him. Noctus is so powerful his magic radiates off him like a sun, and my fae captors can barely look in his general direction. The local fae are the worst of all, and it’s during one of their regular “capture the cat-girl” sessions that I shift into my cat form and meet HIM for the first time. Instead, the supernatural community has classified me as an outcast, which means one thing: picking on me is open season all day, every day. It’s a fun magic, except in a world filled with vampires and werewolves, it doesn’t exactly make me a powerhouse.
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