An air god, his pet werewolf, and the changeling woman they steal from the mirror.
Stormy is still swallowing when our obsession leaves her pleasure party. Luckily for us, it’s a rainy day in her realm, and we follow her all the way home through reflections in puddles.
Only she doesn’t go home. She goes to a male’s apartment. Within five minutes, she’s crying in the bathroom. I’ve had enough watching.
I need to comfort her, to scent her, to add her to my collection of rare pets.
“Do you want a pet of your own, Wolfie? Are you ready for the responsibility?” “Yes, please, let me have her!” “Very well. You deserve a treat, my big, bad rainwolf.”
