Unforgiving Dawn

It wasn't the proud little white cat anymore. Tasha stood there in her human form.

She must have heard the noise outside. Or maybe she'd just felt uneasy with Harper gone.

Right now she wore that clean but thin leather outfit, bare feet on the cold floor. Those big eyes under her powder-blue hair were fixed on Harper by the door.

The moment she saw Harper walk back safe—and even wash her hands so