Noah's POV
The rain punches through the canopy of trees, icy needles against my skin. Finnian is a live wire under my ribs, her snarls vibrating through my bones. All teeth and heat and fury.
Kieran stands five feet away, his black coat swallowing the weak morning light, his presence sending more shivers down my spine than the rain and the cold.
I don't think as I stalk toward him, each step louder than the last, squelching through puddles and pine needles and regret. My chest is heaving. My fingers are curling. My blood is boiling. I grab his collar and the hood rips back, exposing his face to the downpour. Water sluices down his cheeks like tears.
"What are you doing here?" My voice is raw, barely human.
