Velzara was forged for the apocalypse. She decided to be a house cat instead.

Three weeks after she chose Elira Thorne over her infernal birthright, the consequences come knocking. Catherine had an old colleague she never warned anyone about, and that colleague is closing a trap she didn't live to disarm. The wards holding the house together are starting to fail. Something vast and patient is pressing against the edges of reality, hungry for the doorway it was promised three centuries ago.

The doorway is Velzara. It always was. Every generation of the Thorne bloodline was a refinement, and Velzara is the final product: the perfect vessel, designed to be consumed and replaced when the Devouring arrives.

The Devouring is arriving.

Between Velzara and the cosmic horror waiting at the edge of reality stands a small ward-grid she helped repair, a witch she didn't expect to love, and the inconvenient discovery that something old has been steering her life from the inside since before she was born. The forces moving against her are bureaucratic, patient, and very, very prepared. Every fight she wins costs her something she cannot replace. The bond she shares with Elira, the one thing she thought was hers alone, was apparently load-bearing in plans she never agreed to.

Standing between cosmic catastrophe and Tuesday: one mortal witch with damaged magic, one chaos imp with more secrets than anyone budgeted for, and a six-pound house cat who has decided that, as a matter of policy, she is no longer accepting revisions to her shape from outside parties.

She survived eight deaths. She'll be damned if she lets the ninth one have her on schedule.

Forget Meow Not is Book 2 of the Infurnal Catastrophe series, a cat-protagonist paranormal fantasy that pairs cozy domestic detail with cosmic stakes, a deeply infernal sense of humor, and the slow-building partnership of two people who were never supposed to outlive each other.