Book 4: Cat Fight: In More Ways Than One

Tristan

After I sneak Alpha Morris and his misfits into the bedrooms in what I think is an empty wing of the castle, save Luna Barbara’s room, I head back to my bedroom. From my bathroom, I hear loud mewing and wonder if the other Alphas just haven’t come back inside.

How do they not hear that?

I open the door, and a ball of fur comes flying at my face. Claws sink into both of my cheeks as the cat hisses and screams. Blood streams down my face as I rip him, and a bit of flesh, away from my face.

“What the fuck?” I ask him, doing my best to manhandle Mr. Whiskers into a less dangerous position. I tuck him under my arm, but it’s clear he’s not happy. I get a glimpse into my bathroom.

Either it’s been snowing in my bathroom or Mr. Whiskers murdered the toilet paper. I hope there’s another roll under the sink. If I have to take a dump later, I’m not wiping with his shredded confetti.

“I got him!” I tell the other Alphas through the mi