Devilbesideyou666

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


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As Silent As A Mouse

Scorching pain flowed through my body as my mouse tried to take over. The pain caused us both to tense up as I tilted my head back and screamed.

It might have only been a matter of seconds, but it felt like hours before the pain went away enough to be able to speak.

"What?" I asked, trying to pull air into my abused body. "What happened?"

"Huh?" hummed the man beside me, looking up from his clipboard. "Oh, you probably tried to shift. I would have warned you that that isn't possible anymore, but I find that most of the subjects here have to learn the hard way before they believe me."

I studied the man standing beside my table. He looked to be in his 40s, his brown hair long in the front, his bangs brushing over the rims of his glasses every time he looked down. He was tall, maybe around 6 foot or so, and clearly took care of himself.

"Who are you?" I asked, my body finally no longer convulsing.

An Introduction