Case Of The Missing Hare Novels & Stories

I splashed freezing water over my face, but it did nothing to dull the burning itch. It was withdrawal. Pure, pathetic pheromone withdrawal. Being completely severed from his scent for three days hadn't reset my system, it just left me starved of him. "Fuck," I choked out, gripping the edges of the marble basin until my knuckles turned white. I couldn't stay in my room. Driven by an embarrassing impulse, I pulled up my comm-link and pinged Oliver. I forced him to drive out to the palace in the middle of the night to act as my lookout while I snuck into the east wing.

Seeing the cold sweat covering my forehead, Mindy immediately decided to transfer me to another hospital for a full examination. Once the pain eased, I finally had enough strength to talk to her. Mindy had been Nancy's and my childhood rival. The three of us grew up together, but we had never gotten along. Everything changed when she was eight years old. She was kidnapped by human traffickers. I remembered the license plate of their vehicle and ran to warn the Jones family. Because of that, the police found her in time and rescued her.

Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?” When I saw him sitting comfortably on the sofa, asked, “Come and search with me.” “Brian's searching the first floor, and I'm here. You go look on the second and third floor. I'll come and join you after I'm done with the rooms here.” “What are you looking for?” “The bird. It's missing.” He leaned back as he said, “Finally, the devil is gone.” Brian came down and asked me in years, “Elise, I can't find it on the first floor. Did you find it?”

I held the thin sheet in my hand and lifted my gaze toward Giselle's mother, who was still anxiously digging through her daughter's closet. In that moment, all the noise in the dorm seemed to vanish. All I could hear was the thud of my own heartbeat. So this… this was what they were really trying to run from. I raised the test report in my hand. "Um," I said. "I think… I might have just found out why they disappeared."

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

The pack's streets blurred past as I raced under the moonlight. Lydia chased me relentlessly, her roar echoing behind me, "Guards! Stop her! That mad wolf has escaped the stone cell! She's an extremely dangerous target!" Pack members appeared along the streets, blocking my path one after another. I dodged left and right, but Lydia was closing in fast. It was then that I saw it—the sacred spring ahead. The book had said the vessel had to be destroyed at the site of the spell for the curse to be lifted. The ceremony had been held here, so this was the place!

It's been an hour since I arrived at De Sylvano mansion, but the king was still missing. As soon as I walked in his room, a distant heady masculine crisp cologne hit my nostrils I was so familiar with. A gentle smile touched my lips. His scent seemed to soothe the burn in my chest. I wish I could introduce him to Mr. Harrison. Though I knew he would warn me about him seeing the dark aura around the Italian. But Mrs. Harrison would love him being the kind woman she was. Don't go there Cassie! You're nearing the line you shouldn't cross.

A cloud of dried leaves, moss and pine needles mixed in with grey dirt covered her white coat when Eira stopped dead in her tracks—leaving the lucky hare to swiftly bounced off into the shield of the dark. "What did you do that for?" She snapped with a low grumble. "I had to; you weren't listening to me." Nueva sneered. "Repeat after me; we do not eat bunny rabbits." "You might not, but I do", Eira growled. "No, we don't," Nueva stated in a low steady voice that showed this discussion was over. Eira shook the dust out of the fur and put her nose to the wind, but instead of smelling the scent of fear from the hare, she smelled fresh rain and animal hair.

I've been holding Harriet's hairbrush for an hour, passing it from one hand to the other, with no luck. Blake is reading an old newspaper we found about missing students. It seems people have been disappearing from our school for years. Blake points his finger at an article. "Listen to this: a Fae girl named Hannah was found dead in the lake. Her body was rotten, but otherwise, there were no signs of any weapon having been used. The teachers think she drowned."

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.