The sun is slowly rising. Surprisingly, the block has cleaned up quickly. The humans have all trundled home, some in worse shape than others. A few of the local fae and shifters are cleaning up the last of the trash.
Monty grins, sweeping Ike's feet out from under her. She squeals as he spins her in a circle. His lips find hers and she purrs.
"I still have a few hours before I change."
His grin is all she needs.
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