Wolves and Bunnies aren't supposed to be together. They don't fit. I mean, they'd crush each other. But Felix thinks otherwise. Felix falls head over heels for an orphan bunny.
While trying to get Amelia's best friend out of the hands of a dangerous...
I tap my foot impatiently, waiting for the guy who promised me he'd be here with the goat meat. I'm in bunny form so no one can recognize my identity.
It's illegal to eat meat unless you're working a meat market that's "government approved". Kind of messed up in my opinion but I don't care. The meat isn't for me because herbivores find that stuff disgusting. The meat is for my safety, just in case if someone attacks me and I can give them the meat instead of them taking mine.
No, I'm not some 2 foot tall bunny. My height in human form is 5'3, so, as a bunny, I am also 5'3.
I lick my lips and peek around the corner for anyone with a hoodie or looks like he sells meat on the side, but I see no one.
I let out a loud sigh and check my texts for any updates from this creep but I see nothing. Just as I'm about to call the dude to see where the hell he's at, I hear a guys voice.
"You don't wanna do that," the guy says, his hoodie pulled down so low I can't see his face. "It's not my phone number. It's one I found on the internet. I'm pretty sure the person with that phone number won't be so pleased to know their number is being used for side hussles." His body is so toned I can see it through his hoodie and my heart pounds with the thought of him possibly being a carnivore.
I inhale his scent, and it smells like a wolf. I'm able to inhale a scent without making it seem like I did.
"Took you long enough," I say, shoving the phone into my pocket, and pulling out 100 dollars at the same time.
"Your paws are so small," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah? So? Try something and I'll tap this bracelet 3 times to call the cops on you," I threaten him. The state of Zenthia is trying to make it a law for herbivores to wear safety bracelets where you tap it three times and it calls the police.
He slowly pulls down his hoodie and stares at me intently. I thought he would look like a middle aged man...
Words aren't enough, so here's a picture. Sorry not sorry. (Read the book cast too)
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It takes all of me to not stare at him so intently. We stare at each other for forever, or maybe it seems like that because I'm nervous.
How can I find a wolf attractive, I think.
I pinch my nose to keep it from wiggling. He follows my hand with his eyes, slowly.
"Here you go," I say, handing him the money but forgetting that my nose is pinched. I sound like a trumpet with a sock stuck in it.
He lets out a chuckle. "Thanks for the money," he says, then he shifts into a wolf and runs off.
"Hey!" I yell. But at this point, I don't even care. He was the hottest wolf I have ever seen. He can have my money anyways. It's a fight I would lose.
