I pressed against his chest, digging my claws into the neckline of his shirt, and propped my back paws on his side as I hung on in what could be interpreted by a doting human as a cat hug, but was really just me doing my best to hold on for my life. The supernatural paused on his cement porch. He had one hand on my rump and the other on my upper back, which he briefly removed to pet the top of my head. “You’re safe now,” he informed me.
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