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The Scent of Storms Saxa The smell of everything is too much, overwhelming almost. By the time I reached the school I was white knuckling the bathroom sink, breathing through my mouth like a gaping fish. Soaps, perfumes, someone’s too strong cologne. My senses were in overdrive—almost violent. What the fuck is happening to me? Every sound scraped against my skull, every smell clawed its way down my throat, everything is changing and I don’t know how to stop it.

her eyes narrow, flicking to his for a brief second, "But I do agree it doesn't taste right." "Why do you think I'd be the right person for this?" I questioned as she grabbed a spoon. "When us ladies are with pup, our senses are amplified. Smells, tastes, gut-feelings," Senna scoops up a healthy spoonful of the soup. "We're just more in tune in general. I'd bet my grandson you can tell us what's missing." "You can't just wager my life on a stranger's tastebuds grams," Colt mutters, making me giggle again.

I asked with a grin. "He sure did. Answer." "No. Physically, I feel fan-fucking-tastic. I'm just tired as fuck." "Changes in any of your senses?" "Vision and smell are leaps and bounds over high definition. Touch...I would say a little higher than human, but that's big picture. I don't know if I could explain the difference in a way that would make sense. Taste...I haven't tried it. Hang on." I moved to the remains of my meal. Lifting my front paws up on the kitchen island, I cleaned my plate of pork steak and veggies in a couple of bites.

It was because of this affliction that she was unable to determine exactly what was happening in her home and why she needed our help. “I can clearly smell him even if I can’t clearly see him,” she explained as she served us tea with such ease and expertise that we were hard pressed to remember her vision impairment. “When he gets close enough to touch and I reach out, there’s nothing there. It’s so frustrating. If he were a technological wizard, I’d think that he was using some type of equipment to project his scent and his image.” “I was just considering that as a possibility,” I admitted.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Hue failed to focus on the telly as he kept wiping away the sweat that trickled down his temples and his neck. He felt discomfort everywhere. Plus, the heat around him was maddening. He glanced at the empty cup on the table. Suspicion came into his mind. So, he took the cup and sniffed it. But, he failed to sense any smell because to smell and to breathe was both a hassle for him due to his heavy breathing.

There’s no way Calista would recognize that smell. Right?

He looked at me quizzically and I cocked a brow at him. "I just told you I can perceive your arousal which means others can as well," before my heart could sink, Zinnia pushed her persistent domination into me and I found my lips carving into a sneer. "Your point?" He stared at me with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. Inside I was dying of embarrassment. Oh my God! They can smell the mess I'm making! ‘What's so bad about it? 70% of the adults smell like sex every damn minute of the day,’ she had a point there. It's normal to smell that from a mated or unmated couple. Having enhanced senses has its pros and cons.

“Ass waving ? The witches ?” “Soleil doesn’t emit any scents. The witches do not do that, so they can better defend themselves against the enemy. So I have never smelled it and no one told me about, yes, you know, the taste. That it is so violent on our senses”. "What the hell are you raving about, kid ?"

He hands me one without a word. "Thanks." We drink in silence. The coffee is terrible. I drink it anyway. "You felt it again today, didn't you?" Colt asks. I don't pretend not to know what he means. "Yes." "In the classroom." "Yes." "And you still can't figure out who it is." "No." I set the cup down harder than I mean to. Coffee sloshes over the rim. "I can't smell anything. King reacts, but there's no scent to follow."

“I think I smell something…” She murmurs before taking another breath. “What is that smell?” She mutters and I glance at my mother with a frown. “What smell?” My mother asks, looking confused. “I don't smell anything. Do you?” She asks, looking at me. I take a breath myself, but I don't smell anything. I shake me head. "No... I don't smell anything either." I say and Kayla shakes her head. “Sorry.” She gives us an awkward smile. “Just ignore me. I must be imagining things.”