Chapter 6

SIX

CARVER

T his female was trouble. She invaded my system like a fucking drug. I wanted to keep her safe from my pack only so I could devour her myself.

"We're not going to eat her. We're going to fuck her. Mate her. Breed her."

Every cell in my body froze. That voice. I'd never heard it before, but I knew who it belonged to. It had lived inside me all my life.

For the first time, my wolf finally spoke to me. Just my luck. It was telling me to do something that would get me exiled from my pack.

Fucking hell.

"No," I responded out loud. "Keeping her isn't an option."

Ruth blinked like she was trying to make sense of what I was saying. To her, it would appear that I was talking to myself. Realization seemed to creep in as if she was recalling that werewolves weren't like rabbit shifters. We had inner beasts that demanded we feed and fuck and breed—an instinct more monster than animal.

"Mate her."

No, this couldn't be happening. This had to be some sick joke my subconscious was making. My wolf was supposed to be my greatest strength, my identity. How could I live with this voice while it was telling me to commit something as unforgivable as mating a rabbit shifter? It wasn't done.

I shook my head. "Wolves don't make mating bonds with rabbits."

Ruth's breath audibly caught in her throat. That alluring scent flooded my nostrils, stronger than before.

Her kind had two major instincts.

Breed—Just like werewolves.

And survive. Run. Seek shelter. Live .

Which one she went with in this particular situation should have been a no-brainer. But something about me seemed to appeal to that first instinct, which only made my wolf more ravenous.

I tapped the blade against her pussy, grinning darkly. "You better run, Little Bunny before I do something to you we'll both regret."

"No! Don't let her go!"

I gritted my teeth and clenched my muscles until my nerves were screaming in pain, using every iota of strength to keep my wolf caged inside.

She could see I was struggling with my control, yet she stood there—frozen. A curious cocktail of terror, arousal and anger bled into the air, thick enough to chew. "I?—"

"Fucking go before my beast breaks free and tears your pussy apart!"

This time, she jerked into action.

Dark fur sprang over her milky skin, her body shrinking and hitting the ground with a thud where her jeans were piled on the ground. A breath later, a black bunny with a purple streak of dye along its body leaped from underneath her clothes heaped on the ground and bounded away into the dark.

I stared after her for a beat before turning my attention to the knife in my hand, where her panties still dangled from the blade.