Cain's Storm

I have had this scene in my head for a while. I first imagined it while listening to 'Set Fire to the Rain' by Adele. Not sure where it is going, but here for now. It's part of my urban fantasy series, so werewolves and shapeshifters.

            The storm raged outside. I know people overuse the expression, but in this case, I wasn’t exaggerating. The wind howled, trees screamed and groaned as they snapped and crashed to the ground. Thunder shook the glass in the windows. The swirling darkness was illuminated by flashes of lightning. It was the worst storm New England had seen in years. But it had nothing on Cain.

            I wasn’t sure what had caused his mood. The tattooed redhead had been prowling around the Den, looking for a fight all day. He had broken three punching bags, one floor to ceiling mirror, three office chairs, and a lamp. Everyone had scattered and gone into hiding, hoping to avoid his rage. Everyone but me.

            “Penny for your thoughts?” I prompted.

            “Fuck off, Macy.”

            “I would, but you wore out my lover with your five hours or wrestling this afternoon.”

            Cain grunted. “He’s a pansy.”

            I didn’t bother commenting.

            “What’s wrong?” I asked.

            “Nothing.”

            I rolled my eyes. “You are so full of shit your eyes are brown.”

            They weren’t brown, actually. They were green. He stopped his pacing so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

            “Why don’t you go hide with everyone else?” he snarled.

            I met his eyes levelly. “Because I am not afraid of you. Stop being an ass and talk to me.”

            “I wish you would just leave me alone.”

            “Liar.”

            He growled. “That is so annoying.”

            “Yeah, well, I wish people could lie to me. It would make my life a lot more pleasant sometimes. Can you talk about what’s pissing you off?”

            “No.”

            I nodded. The thunder crashed outside. I held out my hand.

            “Come with me,” I said.

            He took my hand and followed. He paused as I approached the door to outside.

            “Ah, Macy,” Cain said. “Last I heard, there was the storm of the century going on out there.”

            “Yeah, and we’re missing it.” I threw open the door.

            Rain pelted down sideways. Debris whipped past the doorway in the hurricane force winds. The darkness was broken by a slash of lightning. It was anger personified.

            “You coming?” I asked.

            “Where?”

            I indicated the chaos with my chin. “I’ll race you to the course.”

            He grinned. “Let’s go, little sister.”

            I ran out into the storm with Cain at my side. The wind nearly knocked me over, but he pushed me back on balance without slowing down. We ran full speed against the raging wind, dodging debris and being slapped in the face by leaves and small branches. Cain howled beside me, the lightning illuminating a mad grin on his handsome face.

            We ran to the end of the obstacle course. The thirty foot wall loomed out of the darkness. Cain leapt up against it, sinking his claws into the wood and climbing. I stayed at the bottom and watched him. He reached the top and stood with his legs braced against the storm. He raised his arms over his head and roared into the wind. Lightning stuck behind him, making a breathtaking silhouette.

            When we returned to the Den, Shane was waiting at the door looking worried.

            “What the hell were you doing out there?” he demanded.

            Cain walked calmly past him, patting his shoulder. Shane cocked his head and watched him go. He looked back at me.

            “What happened? He was raging all day.”

            I put my arms around my lover, soaking his clothes as the rainwater dripped off my hair.

            “Some of us need to say ‘fuck you’ to the world more spectacularly than others,” I said.