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.<br><br>David's had a long day. Being the local white witch and healer is a worthwhile occupation, but it's rarely an easy one.<br><br>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 the Storm

“Hey,” David said, worried all over again, “you’re not getting sick, are you?” and large strong arms collected him, cradling him against a chest which was also large and strong. Colin wondered mildly whether this was odd to appreciate in cat-form, but mentally shrugged and did so anyway. “Sitting on my counter’s probably not the best place for you. Hey, are you hungry, I’ve got…um…oh, I’ve got half a leftover sandwich? Pastrami? Do cats eat pastrami? I wasn’t expecting company.”


Colin dove into the sandwich. He wasn’t starving; his warlock hadn’t wanted him wasting away. But oh fuckDavid Stanton had good taste in sandwich shops.


He got pastrami on his nose. He didn’t care.


“You might want to slow down,” David suggested, “or I’ll have to bathe you again.”


Colin stopped eating to send him a dirty look. Thunder snickered at them from outside.


Chapter 4