Chapter 276

“It would be my pleasure Jack,” I said the words, they deserved to be said out loud, after all and my mind already there on things I have to do, I took the path to head on over to where the Lawson’s were staying, Casey bring me one of my blood bags and syringe to the Lawson’s place. “What’s going on?” Gabriel asked in confusion, “I need to speak with Grant, figured you might want to be there and Jack I think I need you there,” I continued leaving it at that, and by the time we arrived Casey was waiting against a tree for us. Seeing our approach, Julia opened the door, eyeing the bag of blood in Casey’s hand, “I’m actually here to fix Grant’s infertility issue,” I said straight to the point, Julia threw her head back laughing, “No!” Gabriel snapped pulling his hand form mine, but that only made Julia laugh harder, “Gabriel, if you think it’s – it’s awkward for you, think about the fact that she looks like his niece,” she chortled. “Babe…” Grant called from the second floor, peering out and coming down when he saw us, “Perfect Chelsea is here to fix the infer-” she didn’t finish just eyed his lower area with a knowing look, the grimace on his face, priceless. “Already?” he said in a whine type voice, reminding me of children on television who pout when they hear they’re going to get a shot, “Don’t you need to study my medical history…” I squinted my eyes, “I knew about your infertility problem and brought it up to you, how’d you figure I knew about it?” He didn’t answer, and Gabriel wasn’t happy but for nearly 45 minutes, I worked with Jack on Grant, Julia and Gabriel – growling unhappily – making things go by half tense and filled with humor. When we were done Gabriel dragged me back to our room to make sure that he was the only scent on me, twice. X – X – X – X – X Oakley POV After changing to a swimsuit and shorts, I followed Ben on the path leading towards the beach with the ipad Chelsea placed inside my basket; the path clear but still we took our time, but as we got closer to the salty seawater, a strange scent invaded my sense of smell. At that precise moment, the thoughts that had kept me confused about my feelings left the forefront of my mind; I could only concentrate on the sandalwood and citrusy aroma then. Unaware of the ground and its state, my nose in the air, I tripped, stumbled catching myself with my palms, before injuring myself anymore than I already had. Surprisingly, as I stared at my hands, the small scrape on my left palm begun healing on its own, a tingle shooting down my arm. Are we doing that? I asked my wolf thinking of the science – if you could call it that – that was occurring to speed up my recovery. In theory if Lux was right and I could manipulate electricity then I was currently using my gift to quicken my system to repair the damaged cells – basically regeneration. Then my mind so deep in thought, was pulled away once again when the scent came forth with the wind, my nose in the air again, “Oak, are you okay?” Ben asked worried from his spot twenty or so steps ahead of me, I nodded dumbly, “Just tripped, go on,” I said to him knowing he was excited when he saw that a group of kids, seventeen of them were on the beach playing volleyball. Based on size alone I could tell that at least six of them were around his age, the facial hair on three of the guys told me some were older. My mind went back to the scent, the citrusy one, I couldn’t quite place it and I still couldn’t find anything around me that would give off that tang. Picking up the fallen ipad, I inspected it, hoping I hadn’t already broken the thing and was glad to see I hadn’t. Walking again I began examining the trees and brush around me, maybe the citrusy scent was around and I had never seen the fruit giving it off. It wasn’t quite like oranges, the fragrance for that was a bit off. Just before we broke through the brush, I called out to Ben, “Do you smell something fruity?” I asked him when he turned to face me. “What?” he said blankly smelling the air around him, shaking his head, but the noisy kids behind him caught his attention once again, like the scent had mine. When we finally hit sand, Ben always the more sociable one, walked right over to the group of children, “Can I play?” I listened to him ask, hanging back finding a nice spot to watch, but there wasn’t much shade and the further from the bushes I went the fainter the scent became, “I’m Ben,” – “how old are you?” I heard them all asking different questions, which Ben was only too eager to answer. Expecting the group to continue their game, I was disappointed that they paused coming over, Ben running ahead, “They wanted to come meet you, some of them are my age,” he beamed happily. And they did, I learned that all 17 of them here at the moment, came from four different families, The Pascal’s, the Simmons, Ryan’s and Hayes. “Your brother said you’re thirteen years old, my little sister, Kiley,” she pointed to a girl with her features, dark hair and eyes, tanned, “She’s thirteen as well, and so is Tera – but her family has only been on the island for a few years,” Justine Hayes’ Marlon’s eldest daughter told me pointing out the girls. I just nodded, I didn’t have many friends or well any friends back in Middleburg so even here with two girls my age I was out of my element, but each time I tried to concentrate I couldn’t the sandalwood citrusy scent would catch my attention.