take off his jeans, he began his change. It was harder this time because he'd been changing a lot today, and the last time he'd pushed for speed. His shift was slower and it hurt more, leaving him with the dull ache in his bones that told him he would pay for the next change back to human. If he could, he'd wait until they got back to their condo before attempting it.
He still managed the full change before the others and was shaking the tingles and cramps out of his muscles when Isaac staggered to his feet, a wolf of medium height and a gold coat that reminded Charles of Bran's mate, Leah. Anna was still changing.
Charles left the others to recover and started to explore the ground with his nose. Like the FBI agents, he concentrated his efforts along the edge of the clearing. He found nothing on his first pass or his second and was starting a third - Beauclaire pacing attentively by his side, a hand on the long knife he wore in a sheath on his belt, a knife Charles didn't remember seeing on the boat - when Anna called him over with a couple of demanding yips.
He took his time, casting around where Anna stood, but he scented nothing, not even the ubiquitous rabbits and mice. She whined at him when he lifted his head and he tried again. The second time he lifted his head, she yipped and started trailing something he couldn't smell.
Frustrated at his inability to perceive what she had, doubly frustrated because if he hadn't messed up their bond somehow, she could have told him what she found, Charles stalked after her with Isaac and Beauclaire following. Probably because he was so annoyed, it took him about fifteen feet to figure it out.
Nothing. He smelled nothing.
As if something that disguised scent had trailed by here many times, he smelled absolutely nothing. His mate was very smart. He touched his nose to hers to let her know he understood. She smiled at him, her tongue lolling happily between sharp white fangs.
"Wait," said the witch.
Charles stopped and looked at her.
"Isaac said that you won't be able to see or hear this fae you are chasing."
Charles gave Isaac a dark look. He'd told Isaac what they were hunting when he'd called him for help tonight. That information had not been for general distribution, and the Alpha wolf had known it.
"Peace," the witch said. "Isaac only told me because I was putting myself at risk in coming here, and he knows that I do not talk. This fae has been eating the essences of the people who died here, and that Isaac did not need to tell me. I talked to Caitlin about the nature of the magic they were using. So. I can give you some of that power and it will recognize the fae - sympathetic magic, wolf, like to like. There is enough to give it to only one of you."
Charles flattened his ears at Isaac when that wolf would have stepped up. If there was a risk, it was for Charles to take - of them all he was the one with the best chance of taking on the enemy.
He trotted over to the witch and waited for a lot of smoke and dramatic gestures and dancing. Instead she simply bent until her face was level with his and blew on him.
He coughed and then choked and gagged at the smell. It hurt, too. Like getting stung by a thousand bees at once or leaping from a car onto asphalt that shredded the skin off of him - both of which he'd done before. But that wasn't the worst of it. It felt like used motor oil had been poured over his body and clung there, smelly and greasy.
Brother Wolf growled and hung his head low, his ears pinned. Isaac whined and took a step forward, as if he might try to get between Charles and the witch. The ghosts inside of him began howling and laughing. Then Anna brushed up against Charles, silencing the voices inside with a radiant peace, the gift of the Omega, that let him regain control.
Only then did the witch move. She stood up and dusted her hands briskly. "My apologies. I didn't know that it would affect you so adversely. It will stay on you until dawn dispels it - and likely it will only be enough for a quick warning, so pay attention."