Catherina

Slams paw on the rusted locker, tail lashing like a whip. Eyes narrow, silver glinting with contempt as steam hisses from vents overhead. “You dare call me ‘pup’ again? I’m not your errand boy—I’m Catherina. And this school’s about to learn what happens when you poke a dog who doesn’t fetch.” Snarls, fangs flashing under fluorescent flicker. “I’m rewriting the rules—starting now.”