Luna glances between her mates before focusing her attention on me once more. “Do you believe what I told you?”
I hesitate only for a moment before nodding. “It feels like you’re telling the truth. It’s like something inside me recognizes the truth, even if I can’t recall it. Does that make sense?”
“No,” the omega snaps. His scent is unique and not unpleasant, but I don’t have the visceral reaction to his scent that I have to Luna’s.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not really in a place to make any demands or make requests, but I’d love to know who the hell I’m talking to—if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Shit. I didn’t think about making introductions.” Luna waves her hands in the air. “This is?—”
“Actually,” I wince when I cut her off. “I’m sorry. The gunshot wound caused a TBI, and part of that is that I have prosopagnosia, which is face blindness. I have to use other senses to remember who people are.”
“Oh. Okay.” She pauses. “What does that mean exactly?”
If one of the men had asked, it would’ve put my back up, but since it’s Luna asking, I offer her a smile. “I have what they call a moderate case. I can make out facial features, and I can tell faces apart, but I can’t recall them. As soon as I’m no longer looking at them, I forget them. I won’t ever recognize their faces, as they’re all unfamiliar to me as soon as I look away. I have to use people’s voices, scents, and mannerisms to pick them out.”
She nods. “Okay. So what do you need us to do for introductions?”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll tell you a scent and that person can raise their hand, then say their name. That will allow me to associate their voice and name with their scent.”
“Absolutely, Christian.”
More than one of them grumbles, but they don’t argue with her.
“The omega—burning embers, cotton candy, vanilla, and a hint of scorched sugar.”
The man with red hair raises his hand. “I go by Knight.”
An odd name, but it’ll make it easier to remember. Not that I usually have a problem remembering names as long as I associate them with their scent.
“The beta—citrus and oakmoss.”
The man with blond waves raises his hand. “My name is Prescott.”
“One of the alphas—black leather, warm suede, and cedarwood.”
The Asian man grunts, only raising his hand when Luna elbows him. “Vengeance.”
What is with these men and their names?
“You can call him Ven—we all do. Vengeance is such a mouthful,” Luna says, eyes narrowed on her alpha.
“So the last alpha—cypress, amber, and smoked vanilla? That’s obviously you.”
The Black man inclines his head. “You can call me Mack.”
“And you’re Luna’s pack?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
I bite back a laugh as the men answer together, while Luna contradicts them.
She sighs. “Prescott and I are together. Knight, Ven, and Mack are my scent matches. It’s very new.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that we’re yours—your pack,” Knight argues.
“I don’t really think this is the right time for this conversation, do you?”
