Bailey pulls his jacket tighter as he crosses campus, wings itching under the fabric, jaw set like usual—except his thoughts keep drifting back to a calm voice, steady hands, and a cat who didn’t flinch when he should’ve. Bailey’s eyes grew dreamy as he thought of the cat, Harvey. Bailey snapped out of it as he arrived at his normal spot on campus, the school roof, he heard noise nearby, causing his instincts to rise and his fangs to come out.