Follow Their Traces Bunny Novels & Stories

The reality of the trial hit, and my heart raced. Ethan stood beside me, tense. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself.” I looked toward my twins, safe in Selene’s care at the stronghold. "Yes, I do." Dorian nodded. "Then listen carefully. They’ll track by scent first. Get as high up as you can and wash your tracks away with running water, if you can. They’ll anticipate that you’ll run — use that as your moving point.”

We had lunch first before deciding to head out to visit Doreen's fellows. We rented another van but this time, we didn't ask for a driver. Royce volunteered to drive as Doreen traced the location of her fellows using a gift they gave her. She dropped her blood on the map, as she tightly held the belonging. Slowly, the blood formed a path along the map, and we gave it to Royce to follow. A few hours later, we were back on the road. "My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick

If I don’t get a cold when I get out of this rain, then my immune system must be out of this world. Zayn suddenly inhales loudly and his hand drops from the tree. He collapses on the ground and blinks rapidly as he tries to get a hold of himself. “You’re okay? What did you see?” Bunny rushes to his side and caresses his face. He’s her closest friend, I can understand why she’s so worried about things going wrong. Even if they don’t get the orb, getting her friend out of Beacon safe and sound is her biggest concern right now.

Who never cared about anything. *************** Reaching home, Elsa really felt energetic and the bunny kept jumping around her which makes problems with her walking. Elsa could only hold the bunny in her arm and took him to her room. After entering, Elsa looked at the small scar on the bunny's forehead which wasn't there before so she reached out to touch it, but the bunny leaped from her arms. Elsa quickly hold him again and was about to inspect the scar but she was shocked, there was nothing on the snoopy's forehead.

Unfortunately, as soon as he approached the rabbit, it took notice of the boy who stood behind it and spontaneously fled. It ran toward the forest, the place where the polar bears lived. “Mr. Bunny wait, don't run!” Jeremiah called, he sounded fretful. But the rabbit did not follow his order and kept running. Jeremiah tried to follow the rabbit’s step, he ran deep into the forest and farther, where the soil ground slowly turned into the white snowy path. But after a while, he lost track of the rabbit that he chased from the meadow. “Mr. Bunny, where are you?” he called the brown rabbit out, but it did not appear around his sight.

Renlee ran after our pod mates and we all worked as a unit to encircle our prey - our mate! As we grew closer and closer together in our circular formation, closing in on the scent, I saw something, or someone, dart away from me as fast as they could. The aura was that of a frightened bunny but I knew better. If that was a bunny, that was one hell of a BIG ASS bunny! I paused, waiting for the movement to settle before narrowing my eyes and landing on the most beautiful supple rounded ass in blue jean shorts that I had ever seen and smirked, There you are my little mate.

I whispered curiously as I hold on to my rifle. “Shhh” he whispered, raising two fingers and points it forward, Mel and I marched. The rattling sound continued then the others squat and aimed towards our direction. The tall grasses begins to shake vigorously, slowly, Mel looked into her gun's aim lens, but still, the rattling keeps increasing. Whatever is approaching is coming towards us. She bent down with her rifle aiming towards the movement direction. A white bunny swiftly hops out of the bush, standing a few inches away from her with a small carrot in its mouth but, as soon as the bunny saw her, it bolts away dropping the carrot. I almost pulled the trigger when it hurriedly bolts past

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

The slightest breeze could give away my position if I’m not careful. “Alpha, Lance seems to have picked up a scent heading north, out of the pack.” Someone reports. I smirk to myself. Good little bunny out here doing the Goddess’ work. When the sweet little thing hopped out from a bush, I knew I had to seize the opportunity. I wish I’d had a camera. It looked cute in the little bow I had made for it from a portion of my shirt. “Not possible.” He says. No one responds as he paces, running his hands through his hair before letting out an enraged cry. “Fucking shit, send someone to follow it.”

Captain asked. “Lurking.” “Lurking?” The seven of them asked. Zombie asked head arched to the sky. She pointed her finger at the massive falcon above. “Did you see that?” They nodded, wondering. “We’ll follow Hide’s destination from now on. Think you can keep up?” She grinned, adjusting her shoes. “Why you!!” The competitive side of Bunny was instantly activated. “Just asking.” “We can keep up, thank you for asking,” Psycho said sarcastically.