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Before Eric Khol finished speaking, James Steinbeck interrupted him. "Senior Steinbeck, don't worry. I don't mean to teach you a lesson. Besides, I don't have the guts." Eric Khol tried hard to raise the corner of his mouth and said, "In my opinion, this Caspian can always keep a distance from you because he can smell your smell. Then judge the general distance based on the smell." "Huh?" James Steinbeck suddenly frowned. "Why is it the smell? Why can't he see it with his eyes? And it's so far away. How can he smell it?"

But time began to answer and open the door of destiny for me. I stood in front of the window, not to look at the view outside there. But felt something different inside of me. I could smell the scent carried by the wind so well, and I could even distinguish between some of them. For example, I can differentiate between human and animal fragrances. I can even feel how far the animal or human is from me.

Devrim walked out of the bathroom and stopped next to the bed to look down at me. “I don’t feel like—” “You need to,” he growled. “You smell like those humans.” “Oh.” I sighed and tried to find the strength to sit up. “You know, our sense of smell isn’t as good as yours. I can’t smell those men like you can.” I looked back at him. “Dev, I really don’t have the strength.” His lips tilted up into a sympathetic smile as he leaned over me. “You’ll feel a bit better once you eat something.”

Jayden rolled his eyes. I simply laughed and decided to tell him why I couldn't make breakfast for him. “Jayden, I have been feeling sick anytime I smell meat or chicken broth. I know how much you like them in your food, but I cannot stand the smell these days,” I explained. I was already feeling irritated, just from thinking about the smell. It wasn't just the smell of boiled chicken or meat, but also the smell of soap. That irritation started three days ago. The orange scent of the soap made my stomach churn.

“I just came to say goodbye.” My brows furrowed. “Goodbye?” I restated, quite unsure if I heard her correctly. “Yeah, goodbye,” she assured me, snacking her lips. “You know, I might not be a werewolf like the lot of you, I don't have a keen sense of smell, and I'm not lucky enough to know my fated mate just by touch or scent. But one thing I know very well is the latest edition of the eucalyptus scented perfume you got recently.”

They’re always hopeful I’ll find another true shifter, but I’m not holding my breath. “I still can’t smell that she’s pregnant. My wolf is fascinated,” Punch says, as he takes a huge bite of a burger. I shake my head. “Well it’s not all it's cracked up to be, being able to smell everything is knowing everybody’s secrets. It’s gross most of the time. But it’s not just that, my hearing is sharper, my tastes,” I say, and sip my lemonade. They all look at me expectantly, wanting me to explain. I eat a few fries quickly first.

, he said. "Take it off yourself ", I teased. "No",he said after 5 seconds of burning red. I love that I'm making him feel this way it's so fucken adorable. "Boring", I said and got into the bathroom and then stripped completely. This place smelled amazing. The water was pink with lots and lot's of petals and lime and lemon slices and so many other things I can't even explain. I got into it, okay this was nice. "You like it?", he asked coming into the bathroom.

It felt calming and relieving. And just like that, I was back in Malena's living room, looking at her. "You alright?" she questioned. I nodded my head. "Okay good. How well is your sense of smell?" "Uh pretty good I'd say," I responded. "I'm able to smell the rotting egg salad in your fridge." Her eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot about that. Well okay then, are you able to smell an aroma off you?" I sniffed and looked down at myself. There was a slight scent on my clothes due to me wearing them for a while, but as for my skin. I didn't smell anything. Bringing my wrist to my nose, I sniffed harder and, again, didn't smell anything.

He smelt of smoking wood and tantalizing barbecue. His wasn't the only smell in the air! Aria can also notice someone was burning trash nearby, small insects chirping in the night, a couple dancing to a French song as they sang along; even the crisp wave of rolling over wind and the sound of falling tap water in the kitchen. Besides this, she felt nauseated as her nostrils crinkled with the smell of dry blood.

Once I focus, I can begin to detect words, a flowing conversation. But mostly it's the smells. I can smell the dust, the air, and the awful smell of my clothes with sharpness and clarity. But even stronger is the aroma of three mysterious objects, each more breathtaking than the last. One looks like peppermint and the other like a delicious ripe banana. But the last one is the most wonderful; a strange combination of flavors that I cannot distinguish, but intoxicating nonetheless. In an instant, I feel a strange connection to this smell, making it different from the others. In a hurry, my feet begin to run excitedly, fleeing towards the source.