Irene is a WERECAT

The boy slaps his hand to his forehead. "I didn't say that right. What I mean is, she's normal for a Monster. She's a werecat."

You gape. "A WERECAT?"

"Yep. A feline, female, lycanthrope. Hope you don't mind." You really rather think you do. He looks down then and says, "Is it just me, or are your hands covered in fur?" You look at them, and yelp. They ARE covered in fur.

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

But not yours ...
Paul makes fun of you.

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