“Well, I’m certainly aware that I look like a cat.” He licked one of his paws. “But I’m not. I’m just stuck.” “Stuck?” Did he just narrow his cat-eyes at me? I’m going crazy. That was the only logical answer to this. I’d lost it. “Yes. I can’t shift back to my normal form.” “And your normal form is?” “A man. Mostly.” “Mostly? What the hell does that mean?” “I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
