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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 Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 Check out my discord channel for the first chapter! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T

Devilbesideyou666 · Fantaisie
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140 Chs

Finding Help

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Caleb flew into an open window of a run down apartment building not very far from Scotty's Diner. The dingy interior was covered in dust, a testament to how long it had been since he had come home. While the window had allowed for some breeze to come in, it wasn't enough to get rid of the moldy scent of neglect and too many humans pressed together. 

 

Cracks in the wall ran in zigzag patterns throughout the different rooms, following him as he entered the only bedroom. Walking over to the closet, he threw on a pair of sweatpants, a shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Returning to the main room, he disregarded the pile of mail on the floor in front of the front door as he stepped over it and pulled open the flimsy door, not bothering to lock it behind him as he ran down the stairs.