Chapter 437

“What about keeping our identity a secret?”

“She knows she’s fucking a cat anyway, unless you dr*g her. What do you usually do?”

“Dr*g her.”

“Bad kitty. Fuck you.”

He smiled at me. “I like you.”

“I’m taken. Married.”

“To him?” Indicating Quinn. “I smell him all over you.”

“Not him. I’m a submissive. My husband and Quinn swapped submissives for the cruise, mostly for us, but partly for Quinn, who’s loved me for a long time. But I refused to mate with a Were. To a certain extent, we’ve adapted to the polyamory of wolves, but I wanted to grow old with my husband, not have him outlast me by a lifetime or two. Have your breeders sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement, before you tell them you’re a cat. It works well in the US because of the treaty. The government handles the blabbermouths, and provides the appropriate IDs for the wolves to otherwise move freely throughout society. The wolves hunt down rogue Weres’ who violate the rules in return, for th