though."
Damian rolled his eyes and walked inside. " Did you inspect this place as I asked? "
"Not yet, " Raoul said, moving inside. " Phew, that stinks. What’s that? "
Damian noticed the noxious odor which hadn't been in the house during his inspection. He opened the bedroom door and on the dresser was a cup filled with liquids and herbs releasing the rancid smell.
Raoul covered his nose as he backed away from the room. " What is that ?"
"I don't know, " Damian said, closing the door and following Raoul toward the exit. " It wasn't there a few minutes ago when I looked around."
"She put it there?" Raoul asked, a tinge of disbelief and confusion in his voice.
" Her scent's the only one I'm picking up ." Damian said, looking around for clues.
They stepped onto the porch. Damian looked at the button again, sniffed and frowned. "What the hell?" he murmured bringing the button closer to his nose. "I lost the scent. " Disbelief bled through his words as he looked at Raoul.
" What? " Raoul leaned forward to smell the button. The first time he shook his head and then tried again. The look on his face must have mirrored Damian's. "How's that possible? I still smell that bullshit in the bedroom but not this?"
Damian morphed into his hybrid and inhaled. " Faint ." His voice deeper, gruffer. " Not enough to follow ." He dropped the button into Raoul's hand and returned to his normal size. " It has to be whatever is in that room, it's affected our sense of smell."
"No, not really," Raoul said, handing Damian the button and returning to the nondescript living room. " I bet it's more detailed than that because I smell the rotted food in the garbage, the sour milk left on the counter. But what I no longer smell..."
"That bitch, " Damian said, realizing what Raoul said was true. " That stuff wiped away her scent ."
Raoul nodded and stared at the closed door which hid the offensive smell. " Question is why ?" More animated than he'd been in a while, he looked at Damian, " Why would she risk it?"
"We were in the woods, what did she risk ?" Damian asked as he secured the button into a plastic pouch for safekeeping.
" How did she know that? She's not wolf."
Damian thought about it and agreed with Raoul. " Good point. She took a calculated risk and beat the odds. First she's at the hospital and now here in Height's home. What's her connection to all of this?"
"Why is Sheila Height the only female to contract the itch? " Raoul asked, walking toward the exit. "The answers may be connected."
"Because the human came to Sheila's house? " Damian asked, following behind him and closing the door.
" More because she doesn't want us to recognize her by scent, which means she knows we can."
"She knows we're wolves." Damian said, picking up the train of Raoul's thoughts. That wasn't good, not by a long shot.
Chapter 6
Damian and Raoul's intense search for a common thread amongst those infected sent them to Key Largo, the Everglades, Cutler Bay, and finally to the Miccosukee reservation. The past two days, they'd met the families of each person suffering in the clinic, including those recently admitted. The only thing they shared was their male full-blood status. Neither Russell nor Eugene, the other KnightForce agents in the state, found connections either.
"Almost there?" Raoul asked.
Damian glanced at him. Since they’d left Sheila Height's home, Raoul's attitude changed. That night, instead of the two women coming over for fun, Raoul canceled his date and watched TV. Damian left him at home and went to meet the ladies at a club. He'd had a fun time and released a lot of tension later with his date. When he returned home around three in the morning, Raoul's bedroom door was closed. When Damian walked bare-chested into the kitchen for coffee this morning, Raoul had been dressed and ready for work.
"Yeah." Damian kept his responses short, Raoul hadn't said much today. Now that he thought about it, Raoul spoke more to the
Lt. Col. USMC (ret.) Jay Kopelman