Stray

There are only eight breeding female werecats left.

And I'm one of them.

I look like an all–American grad student. But I am a werecat, a shape–shifter, and I live in two worlds.

Despite reservations from my family and my Pride, I escaped the pressure to continue my species and carved out a normal life for myself. Until the night a Stray attacked. I'd been warned about Strays– werecats without a Pride, constantly on the lookout for someone like me: attractive, female, and fertile. I fought him off, but then learned two of my fellow tabbies had disappeared.

This brush with danger was all my Pride needed to summon me back for my own protection. Yeah, right. But I'm no meek kitty. I'll take on whatever– and whoever– I have to in order to find my friends. Watch out, Strays– 'cause I got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them.