Birth of a Battlepet

Harper pulled Frost close against her chest, tuning out the noise of Leo's frantic shouting. She pressed her face into the cat's thick white fur, inhaling the scent of dust and rain while tears welled up in her eyes. It really was Frost. In her previous life, this scarred stray had fought three alley dogs at once in the scrap yard and walked away without losing a single tuft of fur. She had lured