Case Of The Missing Hare Novels & Stories

His eyes were wide with fury as he pointed at me and cursed loudly, "Hazel, I truly misjudged you! I thought you were kind-hearted just because you took good care of my parents all these years. "In the end, you were plotting for my family's fortune and wanted to kick me out of the house! "A cruel woman like you, I want to divorce you immediately! Also, I have to take my child away too. I can't let him stay with you and learn bad habits!" Looking at his sanity-snapped appearance, I let out a smile. "I don't understand what you are talking about. "My husband is the heir of the Wingers, and he's been missing and has passed away. Exactly what divorce do you want to get with me?"

“Hi, Natasha. My name is Harold. I believe I can answer your questions.” I narrowed my eyes on him as I shook his hand. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, go on.” Timothy stepped in between us. “There is a pack of rogue wolves running in our woods. They are after you. The wolf that attacked you was one of them. We have put traps in the woods to keep them out.” “And how do you know this?” “Harold is one of them. He has been helping us and giving us valuable information.” “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, just say that. You don’t have to lie to me.”

However, she was so frantic that she didn't watch where she was going and fell straight into a trap. Fortunately, there were no silver spikes in this trap—though badly injured, Charlotte survived. Unfortunately, although she didn't die, multiple bones in her face were shattered. Even though her wolf helped heal her wounds, the bones healed crookedly. The beauty she once prided herself on having was completely gone. After Charlotte was disfigured, everything finally came to an end. Sofie never visited Enzo again, and our three names gradually faded from the public's memory. My spirit began to turn more translucent, and I knew the day for me to completely fade away wasn't far away.

SILAS I slipped in through the back, moving fast and quiet, sticking to the shadows like my life depended on it—because it did. The place was quiet, too quiet, but I wasn’t about to complain. It gave me time to figure out where they were keeping Riley. The house in front of me stood three stories tall and a crowd of them had gathered out front—werewolves, snarling and restless. All their attention was fixed on the rope hanging from the beam in the center of the yard. I didn’t need to guess what it was for. This wasn’t for show.

The sound was seductive, piquing my curiosity, so I crept closer. Through the crack in the door, I could see Fenelle lying face-down on the bed, one hand caressing her bosoms, the other holding something as she thrust it into her back passage while arching her hips. In an instant, the heat that had just subsided surged back through me. Afraid she might catch me, I could only watch through that narrow gap as she panted in ecstasy. The sounds from inside came in fits and starts, like a lament, sounding both painful and pleasurable.

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

The heir was warning us, not just stressing, and both Kael and I understood what that meant without saying another word. Dawn came cold and gray and the council circle filled with the oldest wolves in our territory, while Kael stood at the head without a shirt despite the frost and I stayed at his right with my hand resting on my stomach. The elders reported three wolves missing since the new moon, with no bodies and no trails and someone else admitted they had found Silver Crown carvings on the eastern watch stones days ago. A younger warrior named Miren insisted the leak had to be sitting in this very circle and several council members shifted uncomfortably when she said it.

“Listen, lady. I just want to pay for my licence. Here’s the paper with the amount, and here’s the cash. Now, for the millionth time, hurry up. I ain’t got all day!” The man threw the papers in Doris’s face. She didn’t even blink and slowly moved to gather everything up. The old lady had a distant look in her glassy eyes, and she even had a slight tremble to her lip. Oh, she was good. Doris continued her slow movements and eventually gathered everything the man had thrown. She started counting the money painfully slowly. Boy, what did that man do to Doris for her to give him the turtle, not the hare?

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?