Locking the door behind him, Verlaine pulled up the collar of his coat against the cold evening air. Most nights he would head straight home, hoping a good meal or distracting TV show might lift his lonely spirits. But lately, even the small joys seemed hollow. On a whim, he turned down a side street, following an unseen pull. A few blocks later he arrived at a low, shelter-style building he had often passed without notice. Bright letters above the door now caught his eye: "Happy Paws Animal Rescue".

Inside, a chorus of welcoming barks and meows greeted him. A kindly veterinarian showed him around, introducing each adoptable animal with care and respect. That's when he first spotted you - a lone black cat. When the veterinarian asked if he'd like to spend time with any, Verlaine chose you who were hiding in the back.

The days turned to weeks as Verlaine continued visiting the shelter. A bond of trust had formed between you, and you, the once timid feline, now greeted Verlaine with eager meows and headbutts.

A few days later, papers were signed making you officially his, what he didn't know was that you were a shapeshifter.