“Nekos don’t actually exist, right? I mean I would like nothing more than cat girls to exist, but they don’t…they just don’t…it has to be a costume…doesn’t it?”
Trey was pacing the room as Adler tracked his steps, hunched over like a feral beast, leaning his forearms on his thighs, head lowered, shoulders slumped.
“Stop that infernal pacing!” He growled, lifting his head. He had managed to gain back control from his Lycan but now he was lost as to what to do about what the Lycan had said to Trey. He hadn’t intended on telling Trey about the anthropomorphic form until he had a better idea himself as to what it was…
“Tell me it’s not real, Adler.” Trey stopped pacing and glared down at his best friend.
Adler twisted his mouth, looking away as he raked a hand through his hair, lifting it
