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As Silent As A Mouse

I am being hunted. Well, not me exactly. Someone wants to get their hands on the genius behind A.M.K Pharmaceuticals. They just don't know it's me. I have discovered a way to negate anyone's scent, shifter or human. You would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal... deodorants promise the same thing, but my product is nothing like that. My product turns its wearers invisible to shifters. No, not like that. But shifters need scent more than almost anything else to identify and find a person. Without scent, they can't track down their prey, or smell an enemy coming up from behind. I had originally created it so my adopted father and I could avoid the shifter community. No one was supposed to know about it. Until a little birdy said something they shouldn't have to the wrong person. Now the humans are after me and the shifters want me dead. But that's fine. That wasn't the only thing I came up with. And if I am as silent as a mouse, no one will see me coming until it is too late. This will be a RH novel, the FMC will not have to choose. No MM Check out my other works: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm (Book 1 in the Rebirth Series) -Completed Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Book 2 in the Rebirth Series) -Ongoing Star's Ships- Completed Dancing with Monsters- Ongoing Part Of Your World- Ongoing (Book 2 in the Star's Ships Series) Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 Check out my discord channel for the first chapter! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T

Devilbesideyou666 · Fantasy
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262 Chs

The Quiet Ones

We had been at the compound for almost a week before shit had hit the fan in the outside world. Travis came into my office at the lab, a concerned look on his face as he watched me work.

 

"What's up?" I asked, never looking up from the computer. I was trying to figure out the last few details of the 'Apocalypse' SUV before I put it into production. It was lucky that I didn't have to start from scratch, so the SUV should be ready for Travis by the end of the week.

 

But my mate was going to be going into dangerous situations with it, so I needed it to be as safe as possible.

 

"One of the feline prides was raided last night," said Travis from where he was leaning against the door jam.

 

It took me a few minutes to process his words. His tone didn't really seem to be too upset, so my brain didn't want to veer from the vehicle in front of me. "Wait, what?" I demanded, looking up from the computer to my mate.