"Colin is not having the best time lately, being a runaway shifter with a less than stellar reputation, hiding beneath a car in the pouring rain hoping to evade the angry warlock looking for him.
David's had a long day. Being the local white witch and healer is a worthwhile occupation, but it's rarely an easy one.
When he spies a stray kitten under his car, he figures he'll be able to rescue at least one living thing that night ..."
Port in a Storm By K.L. Noone Rain. Rain and grimy city streets and cars. Cars were the worst, Colin Rue decided. He could hate cars. They splashed through puddles and sent waves across already soaked kitten fur. Cars were terrible. The latest minivan, not caring what one drenched feline shapeshifter thought of it, made a right turn at the base of the hill. Water fountained up. Colin stared at the street, which was busy being an ocean. Rain dripped onto his head. He could’ve become human. He could’ve escaped like that. In human form. He would’ve been naked, and scared, and shaken to the core. He was all of those anyway. For a fleeting second, he heard a warlock’s laugh, felt a hand caressing his head— No. He’d run. He’d gotten out of his collar, and he’d run. Colin hid behind a di