"It took less than a full breath for the wildly contrasting wave of scents to fire up his brain and olfactory senses, to get his head to swirl and drive him to block his nose.

"The scents that got past as he struggled to do so, and then backpedaled from the window, didn’t let his brain relax. Four scents, then eleven, then nineteen, then twenty-eight, then forty-one, and then more were processed within a second. All ones he recognized, even if the scent was weak, and for every one of them, several others went unrecognized or lost to the rest.

"Alex huffed to clear his nose as he slipped out of the room, just missing smacking his shoulder and head against the guest room doorframe."

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Excerpt from Chapter 10 of Werewolf Tale

Commissioned from  Kajirra