Dying Rabbit Calls 소설 & 이야기

His face, though only ten years old, was filled with despair. The werewolves watching Andrew’s memories gasped in horror, "Oh my god, it’s too painful, stop, he’ll die!" Alpha wolves from other packs furrowed their brows, "This is the so-called ‘hero’ from Moonshadow Pack? He’s a butcher! He clearly intended to kill that cub!" Ivy lunged at me, attempting to stop me, but how could she stop a mother wolf who had lost her cub? With a single motion, I could throw her aside!

He beams and pets it. “She’s a bird? I so did not get that at all. There’s bird shifters,” Hazel asks, practically squeaking. Just then, it starts flying again and moves to the floor in front of me. It begins to morph and shift again and I’m holding my breath the entire time. Asher demands I don’t look away for a second. Suddenly, there’s a bunny rabbit in front of me. It’s pure white with a fluffy tail. Everyone gasps in shock, but all I can do is bend to pick her up. She’s velvet soft and when I rub her floppy ears she closes her eyes with delight.

“Where’s Aldrian?” I said aloud, the words tasting wrong in the back of my throat. Khy looked at me sharply. Even his wolf seemed to flinch. And then—Mr. Yellow, perched on the twisted horn of a fallen beast, narrowed his eyes and dropped his usual sass. “I didn’t see him,” the rabbit said quietly, ears twitching. “Not once.” “That’s bad,” I said. “How bad?” Khy asked, rising to his feet slowly, his blade still dripping gore.

“Hands back. It will kick.” “I can.” “It will break its spine,” he said, low and firm. The sentence made me freeze. I pulled my hands back, shaking, and watched instead as Colton eased the wire with slow, careful movements, speaking under his breath, words I couldn’t hear, not English, or maybe English so low it became vibration. The rabbit went still for half a heartbeat, trembling. Colton cut the wire. The rabbit spasmed, freed, then bolted, three frantic hops into the brush before it collapsed behind a clump of leaves, breathing hard.

I held my tea close at first, but ended up setting it down on the floor so I could move faster. The rabbit didn’t run far and after a few minutes, it started to slow down and all of a sudden, it stopped completely and fell to the ground. “No…” I whispered, hurrying over. I knelt beside it and reached out to Its body, touching it. It was still warm, but it wasn’t breathing anymore. I gently turned it over and a gasp escaped my lips as soon as I saw its side. It wsa ripped open and it wasn’t a scratch.

Daisy goes into a panic attack and rushes away to find Magnus, screaming his name. Flavio was left alone, unsupervised. He looks out the window and sees a bird. He smiles and runs out to the garden, following the bird. He sees a rabbit and claps. He approaches it but it hops away. He looks around and picks up something and runs behind it. He finally corners it and BANG. Kills the rabbit with a trowel. He stabs the rabbit a few times till he stops moving and ultimately dies. Flavio watches the rabbit for a few minutes without any expression and then laughs. He bends down close to the rabbit and says "don't tell anyone I killed you. I'll say you are sleeping. Shhh.. "

He stared at the wetness glistening on his skin, his amber eyes darkening. "You cry so easily, little rabbit," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that filled the space between them. "But I haven't even given you a real reason yet."

Within seconds, the air around us turned unbearable. “Something is definitely dead around here” Ethan muttered covering his nose with the front of his shirt. We were still moving forward so that we could quickly walk past whatever that had such an odor. The rabbit swiftly hopped off my hand and ran into the forest. I was looking at the rabbit’s retreating figure when Maggie suddenly stopped dead on her tracks. I looked up at her, horrified expression. She was staring straight ahead.

Then, she paled and shrieked in fear. She pulled out her phone and made a call, the shakiness of her voice a testament to how terrified she was. "Hello? Yes, someone has just died here! Yes… The address is…" After hanging up, she patted her chest and glanced at me. Then, she turned away. Suddenly, she remembered something, and her expression turned conflicted. After a brief hesitation, she made another call. "Mr. Gary…" She walked away. I wasn't interested in what she had to say, so I didn't follow her. She only returned after some time and stood before me. She put her hands together and muttered to herself.