When you get yourself up in the morning, the very last thing you expect to see is a murdered guy hanging outdoors your window. Things like that have a tendency to draw the attention of the neighborhood police, and when yo’re squatting within your parents’ outdated home until you can afford to buy it, one more thing you can’t afford is the attention from the cops.

Oh yeah. Hi there. My name is Pet.

It’s not my true name, but it is the only one you are getting. Things like titles are essential these days.

And it’s not so much that I’m Family pet.

We am a family pet.

A human family pet: I belong to both Behindkind fae as well as the pouty vampire who just moved into my house. It’s not odd, I promise-well, it really is weird, yeah. But it isn’t weird weird, you understand?