you hugging? Is this a private moment I'm interrupting?"
Raoul's eyes narrowed as he locked gazes with the female. "What have you done to me?" he gritted out.
She met his gaze. "Nothing, you're not involved in this at all." She turned her back on Raoul and looked up at Damian. "What do you want to know?"
Damian stared at Raoul a few seconds longer before looking down. "Your name?" He hadn't meant to sound gruff but Raoul looked as though he would attack the human and he couldn't allow that.
Her brow rose and nostrils flared.
"Please," Damian added, barely holding onto his patience.
"Ivona. Now what do you wish to ask me?" She looked at her watch and then back at him.
Temporarily stunned by the hostility flowing between Ivona and Raoul, Damian stood in front of Raoul, blocking him from view. "What were you doing at the clinic yesterday?"
"Delivering a plant."
"What kind of plant and to who?" Damian swatted a few more bugs.
"I planned to leave it for Sheila, but couldn't get to her so I placed it on the table and left."
"How'd you get in there? Did you know the code?" Damian remembered the doctor keying in a series of numbers.
"Not exactly. Look what is it you really want to know?" She sounded as if he was wasting her time.
"What do you know about Sheila's itching?"
"She's cursed. A spell was placed on her." The words dropped so matter-of-factly, it took Damian a second to understand what she'd said.
"Cursed?"
Ivona nodded. Her blue-gray gaze flicked over him and then over his shoulder at Raoul.
"What makes you think that? Did she say something to you about it?" Damian asked, wondering what Alpha Bart would say about this turn of events.
Ivona shrugged. "She's a mean bitch, didn't talk to people much. Kept to herself, spent a lot of time in the woods. Probably got a lover or something." She pushed several long dark strands of her hair behind her ears.
"So you don't know her personally?" Damian asked.
"No. Not really."
"How do you know she's cursed? And if she's cursed, what about the others? How'd they get cursed?" Damian crossed his arms and looked down at her.
Her gaze flicked from him to Raoul and back again. He started to offer assurance of her safety when she pulled a bottle out of her purse and sprayed him and Raoul in the face and ran.
Damian wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sneezed. His beast objected strongly to whatever chemicals or flowers or herbs were in the concoction. In self-preservation mode he shifted into his hybrid, shook his head, coughed and spit out the remnants of the spray. Raoul lay shaking on the ground a few feet away. Muscles quivering, teeth bared with canines elongated, Damian picked up a decayed stump and threw it with unerring accuracy toward the door of the small house. It knocked down the door and came out the back of the house, leaving a gaping hole in the makeshift kitchen. He picked up another log and threw it, knocking out a side of the structure exposing a bed, toppled dresser and chair to the elements.
Raoul moaned.
Damian lifted his friend, turned, and ran back to their car. Gently, he placed Raoul on the back seat.
"Go find her, " Raoul said, between coughs.
" I intend to, just need to make sure you're okay."
Raoul waved his hand. " Find her, but don't hurt her. "
Instead of making false promises, Damian turned and headed back into the woods intent on finding the human. Tracing the scent of the spray she’d used on them, he caught her at the side of another road entering a small truck. Either she didn't see him or she thought he'd allow her to drive off without answering questions. Damian leapt onto the bed of the truck, the front of the car lifted and the wheels spun.
Ivona screamed, turned to look at him through the back window. "Stop that shit," she yelled. "Get off. Have you forgotten I'm a good shot?"
He shook his head. "What did you spray on him?"
"What?"
Damian jumped down, opened the truck door, grabbed her by the throat lifting her
Raoul's eyes narrowed as he locked gazes with the female. "What have you done to me?" he gritted out.
She met his gaze. "Nothing, you're not involved in this at all." She turned her back on Raoul and looked up at Damian. "What do you want to know?"
Damian stared at Raoul a few seconds longer before looking down. "Your name?" He hadn't meant to sound gruff but Raoul looked as though he would attack the human and he couldn't allow that.
Her brow rose and nostrils flared.
"Please," Damian added, barely holding onto his patience.
"Ivona. Now what do you wish to ask me?" She looked at her watch and then back at him.
Temporarily stunned by the hostility flowing between Ivona and Raoul, Damian stood in front of Raoul, blocking him from view. "What were you doing at the clinic yesterday?"
"Delivering a plant."
"What kind of plant and to who?" Damian swatted a few more bugs.
"I planned to leave it for Sheila, but couldn't get to her so I placed it on the table and left."
"How'd you get in there? Did you know the code?" Damian remembered the doctor keying in a series of numbers.
"Not exactly. Look what is it you really want to know?" She sounded as if he was wasting her time.
"What do you know about Sheila's itching?"
"She's cursed. A spell was placed on her." The words dropped so matter-of-factly, it took Damian a second to understand what she'd said.
"Cursed?"
Ivona nodded. Her blue-gray gaze flicked over him and then over his shoulder at Raoul.
"What makes you think that? Did she say something to you about it?" Damian asked, wondering what Alpha Bart would say about this turn of events.
Ivona shrugged. "She's a mean bitch, didn't talk to people much. Kept to herself, spent a lot of time in the woods. Probably got a lover or something." She pushed several long dark strands of her hair behind her ears.
"So you don't know her personally?" Damian asked.
"No. Not really."
"How do you know she's cursed? And if she's cursed, what about the others? How'd they get cursed?" Damian crossed his arms and looked down at her.
Her gaze flicked from him to Raoul and back again. He started to offer assurance of her safety when she pulled a bottle out of her purse and sprayed him and Raoul in the face and ran.
Damian wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sneezed. His beast objected strongly to whatever chemicals or flowers or herbs were in the concoction. In self-preservation mode he shifted into his hybrid, shook his head, coughed and spit out the remnants of the spray. Raoul lay shaking on the ground a few feet away. Muscles quivering, teeth bared with canines elongated, Damian picked up a decayed stump and threw it with unerring accuracy toward the door of the small house. It knocked down the door and came out the back of the house, leaving a gaping hole in the makeshift kitchen. He picked up another log and threw it, knocking out a side of the structure exposing a bed, toppled dresser and chair to the elements.
Raoul moaned.
Damian lifted his friend, turned, and ran back to their car. Gently, he placed Raoul on the back seat.
"Go find her, " Raoul said, between coughs.
" I intend to, just need to make sure you're okay."
Raoul waved his hand. " Find her, but don't hurt her. "
Instead of making false promises, Damian turned and headed back into the woods intent on finding the human. Tracing the scent of the spray she’d used on them, he caught her at the side of another road entering a small truck. Either she didn't see him or she thought he'd allow her to drive off without answering questions. Damian leapt onto the bed of the truck, the front of the car lifted and the wheels spun.
Ivona screamed, turned to look at him through the back window. "Stop that shit," she yelled. "Get off. Have you forgotten I'm a good shot?"
He shook his head. "What did you spray on him?"
"What?"
Damian jumped down, opened the truck door, grabbed her by the throat lifting her
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