From his position above, Drew managed to distinguish the unique odours of several different people: two definitely belonged to Tempe and Mystery; two others were supernatural; one of these wore the scent of ozone, clearly having recently performed magic of some kind; one of these two was a shifter, probably a feral wolf; the third scent belonged to a woman who smelled bitter and rancid. Whatever she was, there was nothing right about her. She exuded the worst kind of evil.
Mystery's scent had altered slightly. Whilst he could sense her fear, his mind wandered back to the picnic. She was terrified that the twins would fall. He realised now that his concern for her had distracted him from the odd change in her scent then. This was identical to then. There seemed to be a familiar muskiness,
