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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 · Fantasia
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262 Chs

Reality Check

Time always seemed to have two separate settings when you were waiting for something. It either slowed down to a crawl, and you were going out of your skin waiting for whatever it was that you wanted to happen, or it sped by so fast you got whiplash.

 

For me, right now, it was the first option. I needed the idiots to hurry up and leave so that I could try and find the blueprints, but they had put their feet up and were just shooting the shit.

 

Literally. Greg, the guard in charge of the monitors, had put his feet up on his desk right beside the keyboard and was leaning so far back in his chair that I was surprised he hadn't fallen backward yet.

 

'If we are just going to sit here, might I suggest dinner and a snack?' pipped up my mouse and I could see her huffing out a breath in frustration.