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Six months ago
Fynn Aren ducked his head as he followed Eddie Salem around the corner. Fynn’s hoodie covered his head, and he relied on the years of stalking prey to remain unheard, unseen. He kept his hands firmly fisted around the condoms in his pocket.
Dusk curled across the horizon between increasingly urban surroundings. Eddie stopped at one more light post and taped up a Missing poster. Like all the others, this one had a picture of a Persian lynx in profile. As the day had gone on, Fynn had grown more and more bemused.
A Salem, looking for me. It both pleased him and baffled him. Aside from Melba Salem, not one of the long line of the family that had owned him through the generations had been worth remembering. Eddie, seemed promising of goodness.
Fynn wasn’t one to take chances though. The Vernal Equinox had just begun, transforming Fynn from his lynx form to his human form for the week. He hadn’t expected Eddie to worry when he’d gone missing. But he had, and that had been enough to catch Fynn’s attention. The missing pet signs now up all over town were sweetly endearing, too.
Eddie slipped into a bar. Fynn followed a few minutes later. He sat a seat away from Eddie, wondering if the man would notice him. Fynn risked it to get closer to the man he’d only seen from the eyes of a lynx. Looking at him as a man sees, Fynn found him extremely attractive. Eddie’s quiet sensitivity had beckoned Fynn from the beginning, less than a week ago.
“You’ve been following me,” Eddie said quietly, lifting his beer to take a sip.
Fynn raised his eyes, looking back from the mirror behind the bar. Instinctively, he was glad that Eddie was aware of him.
“Have you seen my lynx?” he asked.
Fynn thought about his answer. He could say he had, but it would have been because he’d seen his own reflection moments before the equinox. Or he could say no, and risk ending the conversation too soon. He didn’t want that. He needed to get to know this new Salem. He was the last of the Salem line. The last to hold the power of the curse over him. The only one who could remove that curse and free him from an eternity as a cat.