Stray

There are now only eight female werecats that reproduce.

And among them, I am.

I seem to be a graduate student from America. However, I am a shape-shifter and a werecat who inhabits two worlds.

I avoided the urge to carry on my species and made a regular life for myself, despite opposition from my Pride and family. Up to the night a stray made an assault.

Strays, werecats without a pride that are always searching for someone who is gorgeous, feminine, and fertile, were something I'd been warned about. After defeating him, I discovered that two of my fellow tabbies had vanished.

My pride just required this close encounter with peril to call me back—for my own safety. Yes, exactly. I'm not a meek cat, however. To make friends, I'll do whatever it takes to get along with everyone. Strays beware, because I have claws and I'm not afraid to use them.