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He also couldn't remember where or from whom he smelled it. "It was weird," Caisen thought, not noticing Cathy's look. "Weird?" Caisen hid. "Like you, I feel like I've smelled it too, but like you said, I can't remember either." He scratched. "No, it's not that I don't remember it. It was intentionally blocked." Caisen's face darkened, and his head was pulled out. He looked at Cathy. "Cathy, I need to--"

d ‘’What are you doing? Doesn’t it taste horrible?’’ I asked, appalled at how fast he was eating the food. ‘’I can’t taste how bad or good it is, baby. I don't have a sense of taste’’ he explained as I remembered that he is a vampire and can’t taste anything. I smiled at the irony as I put my hands under my chin and faced Kieran;’’ isn’t it ironic. ‘’What is?’’

I’m sure my nose has already memorized its scent. But why can’t I smell anything at all? All I am smelling from them is Lucas’ blood!

“It helped me a lot. I just followed my nose and avoided wherever I sensed you.” Hunter tilted his head, watching me carefully. “But this morning,” he said, taking a step closer, “you claimed you couldn’t smell us the way we smell you. Was that a lie?” I waved my hand dismissively. “No, you just misunderstood,” I replied quickly. “I can smell you but not like the way you do. I can’t track you from afar or anything like that. It’s more like…” I paused, searching for the right words. “Like recognizing perfume. I know what it is, but it doesn’t do anything to me.”

I could not acknowledge the person from her scent but I am pretty sure I could smell blood. Kevin and I exchange glances. I immediately took off the baseball bat I always kept in my room. “Hey, do you have any idea what and who it was?” Kevin worriedly asked. “No, I couldn’t because I couldn’t smell the scent.” “How could you not smell the scent? Eh, you have done it with the dead body five feet from the ground.” “I don’t know, okay? I just couldn’t and will you please stop talking? You’re making me anxious.”

If I hadn't been a werewolf, I would never had heard the soft sound of her swallowing and my eyes would not have noticed the knot that had formed at her throat. All my senses seemed to be fully awake except for my sense of smell which had not picked up her scent when she had been in proximity. I would have smelled her way before she bumped into me but it was still absurd that even though she was standing next to me, I still could not pick up her scent. It was as if she was water– without any odor. But I could pick up the musky smell of the warm juices that flowed from between a woman's thighs. The smell was faint at first, almost not there but it had now saturated the air and my nose like a

I do not have no-light vision. However, my other senses were beginning to kick in. I could almost taste the powerful acrid smell. I'd been expecting something like sulfur, or brimstone, but this was much worse. It was sharper, and made my eyes and nose run. I had to resist the urge to sniffle. The wind had risen, and while I couldn't feel its effects, down among the trees, I could certainly hear its passage overhead, in the rustling of leaves and branches. As it stood now, I couldn't really see or hear anything.

“Bricks. Your hand. My jeans.” “Good. Now what’s three things you can hear?” His breath is getting closer to normal. “Your voice, Raven’s breathing, the music inside the Wolf.” “Good! Keep breathing in and out. What’s two things you can smell?” “Um…you smell like peaches. And this alley smells like wet rocks.” “Good, now what’s one thing you can taste?” He licks his top lip, fully back to normal breathing and regular green eyes. “Sweat.”

I appreciated his sensitivity, his willingness to give me the space I needed. I continued eating my macaroni, the tastelessness of the food serving as a constant reminder of what I had lost. It was a cruel irony to be surrounded by delicious aromas and mouth-watering dishes, yet unable to fully savor their flavors. I had learned to hide the disappointment, to downplay the significance of my condition, but deep down, it was a constant ache within me. It hurts so much, to not be able to fully taste and smell, to miss out on the simple pleasures that others take for granted. It's like living in a world devoid of flavor.

It was all around me, but I couldn't see anyone around. As I followed the alluring scent, I could feel my senses heightening with each step. The aroma was so captivating, it was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a blend of sweetness, with a hint of spice, and it had a floral undertone that was both refreshing and enticing.