Rain
It was a misconception that a predator would lose the scent of their prey in the rain.
In reality, rivulets formed through a person's hair, across their necks and cheeks, picking up their natural scent. Then the droplets fell to the ground, leaving a trail that was easily followed by a true hunter.
With preternatural senses, not even the storm could hide her from Henry's sight.
She weaved slightly through the darkness. Considering the liquor he could smell from her, the young beauty would be easy to subdue.
Henry grinned, relieved, when Coreen reached her door and entered and locked it behind her. Safe.