Case Of The Missing Hare Novels & Stories

So with one leap she jumped out from where she was hiding and grabbed the hare right by it pulsing throat, she could hear the snake hissing as she ran off with the price straight off to the cave not stopping for a moment In the safety of her cave now she drops the hare on the ground as she shifted back to human, she wondered how angry the snake might be for stealing it's meal but she didn't care ,she had food and that was all that mattered.

It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

I took some breaths to collect myself before looking at Cassian again and stepping closer to him. I noticed that the hare in his mouth was still alive and there wasn't a single drop of blood on its fur nor around his mouth. He didn't kill it? The animal was alive and neat. Cassian stepped closer again and moved his head as if he were waiting for me to take it from him. I did as he wanted me to and the little animal tried to jump right out of my hands as soon as it was in them. I held on to it tightly, not letting it escape before I found out what the hell was going on.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

She didn’t want to see those eyes again. To her surprise, there was a man holding a leashed animal outside the kitchens. About the size of a pig, it had a body similar to a kangaroo/deer hybrid with hoofed feet. The head had a distinctly jackrabbit look about it, and the ears were long. The body was dull brown with white markings on its legs, belly and tiny, tufted tail. “This is a deerhare,” Jayems explained. “You know him better as sausage.” She grimaced as the handler led the animal away. “Ugh! Do you always introduce your guests to their breakfast?”

But he still taught me what I would need to survive the process of collecting them. Some of the ingredients weren’t dangerous so much as difficult. Take the Farse Wild Hare, for example: harmless, skittish, and almost indistinguishable from common wild hares. The only difference was a subtle spiral pattern on the underside of its tail and a peculiar micro-flick of its ears every few seconds. They hid among regular hare colonies, using the herd’s numbers to make spotting them nearly impossible. Dryden had shown me how to pick them out in motion. How to watch the herd as a whole, then catch the anomaly without locking eyes—because the moment you focused, the Farse would bolt.

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

The man in the driver's seat was smoking a cigarette. I'd seen that man before. Mom had traded Rebecca's bloodstones with him for money. It didn't take long for an older rabbit-woman to happily run up to the car. "Three bloodstones! Come on, pay up!" The man inspected the goods, then paid the rabbit-woman. He didn't get out of the car at all. Genevieve pulled me along and quietly climbed into the trunk of the car. The car started and slowly made its way down the hill.

One shot and the prey came down. Jane rushed toward it, raising her new knife as she did. She was pure instinct and swift. And breathtaking. Kneeling before the writhing mammal, she lifted it by the ear and slit its throat. Her move was quick. The hare's pain was fleeting as it breathed its last. I stood still, watching my mate. Her eyes were the color of yellow topaz as she beheld the blood flowing out of the dead hare. Her beast was awake. Now, she awaited the full moon.