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
