Alpha Curves (Paranormal BBW Shifter Romance): Wolf Clan Book 3 by Christa Wick Page A
Authors: Christa Wick
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resistance suppressed until it was justified. She didn't think she would ever be able to manage the feat. Hopefully today's interviews would lead to more developments in tracking the Hunters and she would be another day closer to leaving the clan and returning home to Columbus.
Hooking Esme's arm with her own, Iris led the witch inside. "We'd better get this show started before your mate cancels it -- again."
Chapter Eleven
His store of avoidance tactics depleted, Oscar fidgeted in the oversized club chair in which Dana had placed him. He had run through the cute routine with Iris, attempting to divert the questions that made him uncomfortable with a mischievous smile and a shake of his dark curls. He had charmed her pen away, along with the clipboard and a fresh sheet of paper. His spiraling, impersonal doodles covered both sides of the paper.
Like the other two children she had questioned earlier, Oscar smelled of a heavy, unpleasant magic. She had mentioned the lingering scent of casting to Esme several times over the last week. Things the witch left with Iris, whether silver she'd already worked a charm on, someone she'd recently healed, or the dowels and crystals found in Camille's possession. The odor varied from object to object, but Iris wasn't sure whether there was a signature for each witch or whether the nature of the magic -- good or ill -- was the determining factor. Iris just new that Esme and Leah's work wrapped around her fresh and light, smelling like citrus with Esme more lemony and Leah like a fresh cut lime. But the scent clinging to Camille's journals and the three children were worse than meat left to rot in an overflowing dumpster.
That she hadn't detected the odor on Oscar before the interview perplexed Iris. But the witch had been spelling him the only other time Iris had met the cub. Perhaps Esme's magic had masked the putrid stench. Whatever the cause, Iris seemed to be the only person capable of sensing magic clinging to a person or object.
Reaching out, Iris placed her hand on Oscar's knee. The gesture provoked a response behind the boy, where Dana watched from the other side of a clear glass window. Cade and Esme flanked the clan leader. The calming spells and charms the witch had placed on her mate had become threadbare and Iris wanted the gingery wolf to leave. She had no doubt that, as Oscar's direct alpha and foster father, Dana's palpable agitation subtly affected the cub and increased the boy's distress.
Excusing herself for a second, Iris rose and walked to the door of the interview room. Stepping into the hallway, she gazed firmly into Dana's eyes. "I really need you to leave the building--"
"You're upsetting him when you couldn't even get anything out of the others; you should stop questioning him," Dana responded, his thick arms lifting to criss-cross his powerful chest. The chin that had been smoothly shaven two hours ago when Iris first arrived at the center now sported half an inch of stubble as he fought to keep his wolf in check.
"There's a blanket of magic around all of them," Iris explained, looking at the witch this time for support. "It was heavier on the other boys, probably because they've been here such a short time."
Esme's nose twitched. "Does it...you know?"
The witch didn't want to ask if the cub stank in front of her overprotective mate.
Suppressing the urge to itch the tip of her nose, Iris nodded. "More so with the first two, they've been with the clan the shortest amount of time. But the magic is definitely powered by an ill intent."
Redirecting her attention to Dana, she leaned closer, an almost pleading tone coating her words. "You don't have to leave the building, but the clan needs as much room as you can give me. Oscar needs it."
Esme placed her open palm against Dana's chest and coaxed him away from the window. The scent of freshly cut lemons spritzed the air as Esme openly spelled her mate, her fingers softly glowing with witch light.
Hooking Esme's arm with her own, Iris led the witch inside. "We'd better get this show started before your mate cancels it -- again."
Chapter Eleven
His store of avoidance tactics depleted, Oscar fidgeted in the oversized club chair in which Dana had placed him. He had run through the cute routine with Iris, attempting to divert the questions that made him uncomfortable with a mischievous smile and a shake of his dark curls. He had charmed her pen away, along with the clipboard and a fresh sheet of paper. His spiraling, impersonal doodles covered both sides of the paper.
Like the other two children she had questioned earlier, Oscar smelled of a heavy, unpleasant magic. She had mentioned the lingering scent of casting to Esme several times over the last week. Things the witch left with Iris, whether silver she'd already worked a charm on, someone she'd recently healed, or the dowels and crystals found in Camille's possession. The odor varied from object to object, but Iris wasn't sure whether there was a signature for each witch or whether the nature of the magic -- good or ill -- was the determining factor. Iris just new that Esme and Leah's work wrapped around her fresh and light, smelling like citrus with Esme more lemony and Leah like a fresh cut lime. But the scent clinging to Camille's journals and the three children were worse than meat left to rot in an overflowing dumpster.
That she hadn't detected the odor on Oscar before the interview perplexed Iris. But the witch had been spelling him the only other time Iris had met the cub. Perhaps Esme's magic had masked the putrid stench. Whatever the cause, Iris seemed to be the only person capable of sensing magic clinging to a person or object.
Reaching out, Iris placed her hand on Oscar's knee. The gesture provoked a response behind the boy, where Dana watched from the other side of a clear glass window. Cade and Esme flanked the clan leader. The calming spells and charms the witch had placed on her mate had become threadbare and Iris wanted the gingery wolf to leave. She had no doubt that, as Oscar's direct alpha and foster father, Dana's palpable agitation subtly affected the cub and increased the boy's distress.
Excusing herself for a second, Iris rose and walked to the door of the interview room. Stepping into the hallway, she gazed firmly into Dana's eyes. "I really need you to leave the building--"
"You're upsetting him when you couldn't even get anything out of the others; you should stop questioning him," Dana responded, his thick arms lifting to criss-cross his powerful chest. The chin that had been smoothly shaven two hours ago when Iris first arrived at the center now sported half an inch of stubble as he fought to keep his wolf in check.
"There's a blanket of magic around all of them," Iris explained, looking at the witch this time for support. "It was heavier on the other boys, probably because they've been here such a short time."
Esme's nose twitched. "Does it...you know?"
The witch didn't want to ask if the cub stank in front of her overprotective mate.
Suppressing the urge to itch the tip of her nose, Iris nodded. "More so with the first two, they've been with the clan the shortest amount of time. But the magic is definitely powered by an ill intent."
Redirecting her attention to Dana, she leaned closer, an almost pleading tone coating her words. "You don't have to leave the building, but the clan needs as much room as you can give me. Oscar needs it."
Esme placed her open palm against Dana's chest and coaxed him away from the window. The scent of freshly cut lemons spritzed the air as Esme openly spelled her mate, her fingers softly glowing with witch light.
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