He gestured for Sawyer to get out of the car. “You next.”
The man’s eyes flicked to my hand clasped in Sawyer’s. Something almost akin to pity flickered behind his eyes, but it was gone in a blink.
“Kiss your mate goodbye.” A chill skipped up my spin at the werewolf’s expression. “If you’re quick, I’ll even let you have one last rut.”
Before I could inform the man that we weren’t mates, Sawyer was on top of me.
Panic clawed its way up my throat as a horrible sense of déjà vu set in. Sawyer pushed me onto my back and crammed his tongue into my mouth. His hand greedily palmed my breast, giving it a rough squeeze that had me gasping in pain and shock.
In my periphery, Doug twisted around in his seat to get a good look at us. He knew Sawyer and I weren’t mates, but the creep was more than happy to watch the assault.
I resisted the urge to bury my knife in his fucking eye socket—not wanting to reveal I was armed—and instead settled for a punch to Sawyer’s nose. There was a sickening crunch followed by a spray of blood. It peppered my face, leaving the taste of his tongue in my mouth and his scent in my nose.
My stomach heaved.
“Crazy bitch!” Sawyer shrieked, reeling back to nurse his nose with both hands. “You’re really gonna turn down an opportunity to live for a few minutes longer?”
I glared up at Sawyer. “I’d rather be torn apart by wolves than mate with you.”
Sawyer raised his fist, ready to hit me back, but he froze with a look of terror in his eyes.
The gunman had the barrel of his hunting rifle pressed against the back of the rabbit shifter’s skull. “You heard her.”
Sawyer’s breath came out in a rattle. He slowly climbed out of the car, and I watched as the wolf took Sawyer off into the darkness to disappear from my life forever.
I wiped the blood from my face with an angry swipe of my hand, watching it smear in the rear-view mirror as I glared at our driver’s reflection. “You piece of steaming shit. You were just gonna sit there and let him do whatever he wanted, weren’t you?”
Doug licked his lips as he eyed me in the rearview mirror. “Too prude to do what bunnies do best, huh? Can’t spread your legs even if it means living longer.”
My fingers tightened around the knife in my pocket as I fantasized gutting him, taking his keys and shoving his body into the road. Maybe running him over before driving as far as the tank of gas would get me.
Movement outside the window drew my attention from Doug for a beat, long enough to see the silver-haired male had returned from the woods. Alone. Whatever he’d done with Hope and Sawyer, there was no sign of them now.
Still unwilling to reveal my knife, I released the handle and lunged for Doug’s seat. Taking the seatbelt, I wrapped it around his throat and brought my body weight down to the floor behind him. He coughed and sputtered, desperately pulling at the strap before realizing there wasn’t any hope of overpowering me. He fumbled with the door handle, shifted into a sable rabbit and bolted out the open door.
On my next breath, my door wrenched open, and I was pulled out of the station wagon.
“Oh, we have a feisty one on our hands this year. You’re going to be the reason Watership Farms gets prison-grade security vans.”
I glared up at the silver-haired male while trying to wrench my arm from his hold. It was useless. Even in his human form, he towered over me. He had to be freaking giganticin his true shape. And he washot, literally and figuratively. His body heat bled into my clothes, filling me with fire.
My eyes dragged over his broad chest, up his tatted throat, to meet his eyes. They were gray, like angry storm clouds.
I’d spotted some of the wolf shifters on my rare trips to the nearby town to buy supplies the burrow couldn’t produce. It had always been at a distance. Up close, I could sense the beast hiding beneath his skin.
He was as gorgeous as he was terrifying. And now Doug was gone—or hiding, the coward—leaving me alone with the silver-haired monster.
FOUR
CARVER
For the first time ever, I hungered for bunny blood. No. I hungered forher.
The black and purple-haired bunny shifter radiated violence and fury so palpable I could taste it. She’d nearly strangled the driver with his own seatbelt, and before that, she’d sucker-punched that other male bunny in the nose and broken it, judging by how much blood he’d spewed.
The sight of her pale cheeks speckled with the blood of that male had my mouth watering and my cock rock hard.
I was wrong about her being mated to him… So why did she carry traces of his scent? Maybe they had history. Whatever it was, I should have ripped out his throat for the way this girl looked at him. He’d clearly hurt her.
