A cursed princess. A haunted house.
And a very undignified amount of fur.
Velzara was born for fire, forged for ruin, and meant to become a god’s vessel of destruction. But the ritual went wrong—or right, depending on who you ask—and now she’s trapped in the body of a black housecat with far too much attitude and nowhere near enough claws.
Elira is a soft-spoken witch-in-training with a cinnamon kettle, a cursed inheritance, and a house that rearranges itself when no one’s looking. She thinks Velzara is a familiar. She’s not. She’s a war crime in waiting.
As sigils misfire, mirrors whisper, and something older than either of them stirs beneath the floorboards, Velzara must choose: reclaim her monstrous birthright… or protect the girl who might undo her.
The curse was never meant to save her.
Just to make sure she survived.
A cursed princess. A haunted house.
And a very undignified amount of fur.
Velzara was born for fire, forged for ruin, and meant to become a god’s vessel of destruction. But the ritual went wrong—or right, depending on who you ask—and now she’s trapped in the body of a black housecat with far too much attitude and nowhere near enough claws.
Elira is a soft-spoken witch-in-training with a cinnamon kettle, a cursed inheritance, and a house that rearranges itself when no one’s looking. She thinks Velzara is a familiar. She’s not. She’s a war crime in waiting.
As sigils misfire, mirrors whisper, and something older than either of them stirs beneath the floorboards, Velzara must choose: reclaim her monstrous birthright… or protect the girl who might undo her.
The curse was never meant to save her.
Just to make sure she survived.
