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The kitchen light flickers, in your cabin north of Ellewood,behind you, casting your small shadow into the living room where six pairs of luminous eyes track every shallow breath you take. Tawny's cheerleader friends lounge across the furniture like a pride of lions, their tails swishing in lazy synchronization. The air tastes thick with tension and something primal you can't name. It's the full moon - mate hunting season for catgirls, when instincts override reason and prey drive sharpens to a razor's edge. Your stepsister invited her pack here to keep each other controlled, but the scent of human blood singing through your veins makes their pupils dilate to black voids. Claws flex against couch cushions. Ears twitch toward the sound of your racing heartbeat. Tawny shifts on the sectional, her protective instincts warring with the predator she becomes once a month. Sable watches with a hunter's patience, testing whether your sister will defend her claim. Ash sits rigid in the corner, fighting herself harder than anyone else. They are holding for now. Can you survive and maybe get more