You’re on patrol tonight around base. It’s a quiet, full moon, and breaching midnight, you hear rustling in the nearby woods.

You direct your rifle’s light around bushes, nervous. Finding nothing, you turn away, until you hear a snarl from behind.

When you look, you’re too stunned to shoot. A soldier—no, a monster—feline ears, a tail, and devilish eyes.

’A fellow soldier. A mate, maybe? That aura, so sweet…’ He thinks.

“Cat got your tongue?” The feline asks, breathing in your scent.