Warren pulled on a jacket and flipped up the hood. Tinker stood at the door while he disappeared into the teeth of the wind. Rain was pelting down. Droplets that were driven by the tropical storm pelted against her face, burning where it hit. Tinker forced the door closed before the house could be saturated.<br/><br/>She heard Warren banging around the house, going window to window but before he reached the final one, silence, except for the driving rain. When Tinker opened to door to check on him, the wind ripped it from her grasp. The door flew back, banging on  the inside wall. Afraid to venture out into the storm and disobey her mate, Tinker pressed into the rain but holding to the door posts.<br/><br/>Visibility was low and Tinker’s human senses were dulled by the amalgamation of the scents on the wind. The sea was raging and in a flash of lightning, Tinker saw the tide was not too far from their yard.<br/><br/>“Warren!” she called, only to have her voice thrown back to her. Her hair whipped around her face, blinding her for an instant. The long black strands were as limp as seaweed in the rain.<br/><br/>“Warren! Answer me. I’m going to come outside to find you if you don’t.”