Friday.
Downstairs from the fashion design building at Bervenia University.
A crowd of students was gathered, filling the air with a chorus of "meow, meow, meow." Not a single one came from an actual cat.
Scott Sterling crouched lazily under a large tree, glancing left and right at the humans surrounding him.
Every one of them had a fawning look in their eyes. They held out sausage sticks made of rat meat, trying to tempt him with wicked grins.
Some perverts even tried to pet him.
"Mew!" he let out a sharp, high-pitched kitten cry, nimbly twisting his body to dodge.
Then he elegantly licked his paw.
He was getting annoyed. Silas Thornton was like super glue, stuck to Holly Wyatt's side at all times. There was no way for him to get close to her.
The only time Silas would even begrudgingly wait at the school gate was when Holly was in class.
