Page 29 of The Bunny Blues

I bet it was big enough to fit me and all three wolves at the same time…

What was wrong with me? I was in the middle of a life-and-death crisis, but rather than freaking out, I was daydreaming about shower sex with the wolves who’d taken me in.

It was nothing more than a dream anyway, since Macarius seemed like he’d prefer to stare into the sun than look at me. I could already imagine him walking in and cursing at the bloody mess my dead body made in his pristine white bathroom.

Standing on tiptoe, I ran my fingers around the frame of the large frosted window, searching for a latch or a way to open it. Nada.

Rushing to the toilet, I snatched up the metal toilet paper stand. I hurried back to the window and steadied my trembling limbs.

Taking up a baseball batter’s stance, I gathered my strength and swung with my entire body. The metal crashed against the glass with bone-jarring force, but the glass was so thick that it didn’t even chip, let alone shatter like I’d hoped.

Either I was weak as a newborn kitten, or these wolves had installed bulletproof glass in their bathroom. Who even did that?

CRACK!

I twisted my neck to find the wooden door beginning to splinter under the red wolves’ violent battering. Thank fluff the narrow hallway had kept them from backing up and throwing their full strength against the door.

Still, I knew my time was up.

If I couldn’t take on a window and win, there wasn’t a chance I’d win against the mangy wolves and four men.

While I didn’t think the rabbit shifters would physically harm me, I found I preferred taking my chances with the rabid-looking wolves.

With that thought burning my mind, I closed my eyes and allowed my shift to ripple down my body. When it was over, I was left in my most vulnerable form.

I lay quivering and partially hidden beneath my favorite worn shirt I’d slipped into after Coda had left. It didn’t take psychic abilities to know what was going to happen when the door caved in.

Any second, the wolves would rush into the bathroom. They’d easily get to me before any of the rabbit shifter men could, and with their instincts stirred into a frenzy, the wolves would sink their sharp canines into my tiny bunny body without hesitation.

It was a tale as old as time and a natural part of the circle of life.

The upside was that my death at the hands of the wolves would be instantaneous. Plus, my matched would get a front-row seat to see the wolves fight over my bunny body as they ripped me in two like a wishbone on Thanksgiving.

A malicious satisfaction settled over me. My parting gift to my ex-mates would be a lifetime of nightmares and therapy.

The bathroom door imploded under the wolves’ strength, shaking the house as the pieces crashed into the floor. Without slowing, the pair of red wolves surged toward me, their paws thundering against the marble floor.

Time seemed to slow as I watched the scene play out in front of me. The wolves lunged toward me, bits of drool flying around them.

Behind them, the four rabbit shifter men shoved their way into the room. Their faces contorted into masks of horror and anger as they realized the weak point in their plan.

They couldn’t stop the wolves—at least not in time to prevent my death. If I’d been in human form, I would have thrown up the loser sign just to rub a little salt in the wound.

I didn’t want to die, but I was going to go out knowing they’d lost too. A few seconds of physical pain was far better than a lifetime of letting them kill off my soul a little each day.

Five…

Four…

The wolves’ muscles flexed, and they leaped toward me, jaws open and their razor-sharp fangs glistening with saliva.

Three…

Tw—

I didn’t make it to one.

Instead, an earthquake shook the house, and the glass of the window above my head shattered.

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