Curtis let out a deep breath as he climbed down from the high window which he had climbed earlier in order to see his mate, Claire, or rather instinctively watch her invisibility form move into her house.
When he thought that he had seen enough bizarre things relating to Derek's mate, his own turned out to have magic.
Oh wow, what a twist. He thought, sliding down to the floor, the sleep totally gone from his eyes.
He had been dozing off, when the scent had first wheeled past his nose. He had tried to ignore it thinking that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him in his subconscious state, but the scent had stayed, and he had no choice but to get up and know what was really happening.
When he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, he had counted from one to twenty, and had counted his fingers, to be sure that he wasn't still dreaming. The scent had stayed, and the time was just two a.m.
