The silver wolf thinks I'm his prey. Little does he know, he's mine.

The rabbit shifters and the werewolves have had a truce for centuries. Our burrow sets three of our kind loose in the woods on Easter to be hunted, to be slaughtered like the prey we are.

Then, the wolves leave us alone for the rest of the year.

When I'm selected as a sacrifice for this twisted tradition, I refuse to be another victim. All it takes is an abandoned cabin in the woods, an old ax, and the unexpecting wolves thinking I'm an easy target like all the rest.

The silver wolf is the only one who doesn't underestimate me. It's just my luck that when I scent him… I go into heat, and his inner beast chooses me for its mate.

Too bad we want each other dead.