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

'To each their own,' was the only thing I could think to say to my mouse as the cage slammed shut behind me. 'But I wouldn't want to eat those men. It might give us indigestion.'

'Ah, but they lived in the world as shit; they might as well leave the same way,' continued my mouse, almost detached.

Frankly, I was getting more and more worried about her, but there wasn't much I could do right now. We had come up with a plan in the early days of our captivity, and we needed to see it through until the end.

At least the collar was no longer activated, and I could shift at will. The only problem was how my mouse was going to react to her long awaited freedom.

"You smell weird," said a voice coming from the dark corner of my cell.

"I haven't showered in a bit," was my reply as I tried to push myself into a seated position. "Sorry about that."

"No," disagreed the voice. "You smell… not wolf."

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