Josie
The rain started early.
Thick, heavy drops that slanted from the sky like tiny needles, soaking the ground before anyone could even consider whether the day was worth stepping outside for. And yet, there I was, standing beside the stables, completely drenched and glaring at my three mates like they were the dumbest alphas on the planet.
Which, at that moment, they absolutely were.
"Are you seriously going horse riding in this?" I asked, arms folded tightly around myself.
Thorne just adjusted the strap of his saddle and grunted like I wasn't even speaking. Varen gave me one of his usual charming smirks, the kind that would make my knees weak if I wasn't already shivering from the cold. Kiel didn't even bother with a response—he just climbed onto his horse with the ease of someone who didn't have the sense God gave a flea.
"Josie, it's just a bit of rain," Varen said, as if I hadn't been staring at the storm clouds for the past hour. "We'll be fine."
