Bunny Misfit (The Misfits Book 3) Read online

  Bunny Misfit

  The Misfits #3

  Eve Langlais

  Contents

  Introduction

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Copyright © 2018 Eve Langlais

  Cover Art © 2018 Dreams2Media

  Produced in Canada

  Published by Eve Langlais

  http://www.EveLanglais.com

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  eBook ISBN: 978 177384 0604

  Print ISBN: 978 177384 0611

  B&N Print: 978 168 1011 608

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  This book is a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying, file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without permission in writing from the author.

  Introduction

  Being a bunny in a family of wolves leads to Claire running away from home. But when her BFF needs someone to investigate a possible lead on her missing parents, Claire hops to the rescue.

  My name is Claire, and I am a bunny shifter who happened to be born in a pack of wolf shifters. Which, needless to say, didn’t go over well.

  Before the people I thought of as family made me their next dinner, I ran away, and I might have stayed away forever if my best friend hadn’t needed my help.

  A secret organization has been kidnapping shapeshifters, experimenting on them, too, and someone has to stop them.

  Not me, I should add, because I’m a rabbit, not a soldier, but I am good at poking my cute little nose into places I shouldn’t and getting information. My mission is to locate the bad guys’ HQ so the cavalry can ride in and put a stop to it.

  What I didn’t expect was to run into an old crush of mine. A werewolf by the name of Derek who isn’t bothered at all by my large floppy ears. Lucky me, the only kind of nibbling he wants to do is the delicious kind.

  Before we can find out if a bunny can have a happily ever after with the big bad wolf, we’ve got to stay out of the clutches of those who would use us for nefarious purposes.

  Prologue

  I seemed so normal when I was born.

  Ten fingers and toes? Check.

  Perfect skin, not a blemish to be seen.

  As I grew, I was the apple of my parents’ eyes. Not the smartest kid in class, or the most agile—I had two left feet and tripped over them often—but I definitely earned the trophy for the cutest girl in school. Apparently, my smile could make anyone’s day brighter.

  I had friends. Tons of them. Being popular came naturally to me, as did laughter.

  Posters of the latest boy bands plastered my walls. My closet bulged with the trendiest clothes.

  As a pack princess, I had it all. And by pack, I mean werewolf. My daddy was the alpha, the leader of us all, which made him the biggest and meanest of all the wolves around. Except with me. Daddy loved his little girl.

  My mother was a bitch, which wasn’t the nasty word you’d assume. It just meant that, like my daddy, she acted as top dog among the women. None proved stronger than her. None more assertive.

  My parents had problems conceiving and needed the help of some fertility doctors and drugs. They only managed to have one child: me. The best of the best in one adorable body with curly blonde hair, a quick giggle, and a dimple in both cheeks. It should be noted I didn’t resemble either of my parents.

  Mother claimed I took after her side, Great-Great-Grandma June, as a matter of fact. I’d seen a portrait. The comparison didn’t flatter. Father seemed to think the blonde came from his great-grandpa’s philandering.

  Anyhow, all this to say my life was perfect. I was perfect. And at sixteen—later than most—I finally got my period. Now I’d bled—more than a normal person should, surely, and I wasn’t entirely reassured I wouldn’t die as Mother claimed. Which might be too much information, but in a wolf pack, it was serious business. Because, for females, the onset of puberty, namely our menses, and the full moon after, kicked our genes into gear. In other words, I would now be able to shift.

  I still remember sitting in the backyard—over an acre of lush green grass that mother tended with an eagle eye for weeds. The far edge of the yard edged by a forest. Protected parklands, also known as my playground. I lived with people who didn’t believe in children being indoors or over protected with toys so safe they bored. My generation was encouraged to run wild in the forest. To climb trees and hang upside down from branches.

  Sure, we broke a few bones when we fell. But we were fit. Strong. Adventurous. Everything a wolf-in-training should be. And finally, after years of waiting, it was my turn to roam the woods on four legs, just like my mom and dad and everyone who came before me.

  I fidgeted on the grass with the other pups about to move from child to adult. Seven of us for that full moon. Janie Whittacker, being the youngest at twelve. She developed super early.

  We wore only thin robes, nothing else, which meant we giggled a lot. The movies made it seem like werewolves and shapeshifters were totally into the nudity thing. False. Human skin was too naked. In animal form, at least we wore fur. I couldn’t wait to see mine. Mother promised she’d get a picture. We were both curious to see if my blonde coloring would stick through the shift.

  There was much blushing and shuffling of feet as we waited for the moon’s rays to come out of hiding. The big ol’ ball of green cheese teased us from behind a cloud. The tingle of its presence made my skin itch.

  Feeling someone’s gaze on me, I lifted my head and saw Derek, high school hottie, two years ahead of me and recently broken up with his girlfriend.

  He winked.

  I think I might have died a bit inside. Happiness killed. Who knew?

  Anticipation boiled, and nerves grew taut as the clouds taunted us by refusing to move. When the moon did finally emerge, there was a collective sigh.

  My mother’s hand briefly brushed my hair as she said, “Don’t be afraid.” Whereas Father clapped my shoulder and said, “Go for the jugular if you want a quick kill.” And by that he meant prey.

  Because most junior wolves went wild the first few times they shifted. Lost their humanity and let primal instinct take over. I tried not to think about the killing part. I liked my steak well-cooked, if at all. Personally, I would have been vegan if my parents would allow it.

  I took a deep breath. My hands fell to my sides, and I craned my face into the moonlight, letting it bathe my skin, starting a chain reaction in my cells as my wolf side bubbled to the surface.

  It didn’t hurt.

  At first.

  More like it tickled and the sparse hair on my body stood on end. The tickle turned to a burning sensation, as if someone took a hot brand to my skin, which, as you can imagine, caused pain. Extreme pain as bones—I preferred not to think about the fact it was my body—cracked and reshaped.

  I did my best to hold the cries in. Not everyone succeeded. Moans, screams, and
whimpers. I did my best not to add to the symphony. After all, everyone was watching—including Derek.

  It lasted forever, which was to say less than a minute. An eternity when pain was involved. But the agony did at one point fade and I felt good. Alert. My senses enhanced, especially that of smell. Who knew there were so many flavors to be tasted in one breath?

  I didn’t realize at first something was wrong.

  Really, really wrong.

  Not until I heard the first gasp. “What is that?”

  Followed by my mother’s sobbing. Why was she crying? Had something bad happened?

  Only then did I peer down at myself, wondering if I’d gotten crappy coloring like cousin Jeremiah or maybe a stunted tail like Aunt Posy.

  The white paws lacking claws confused me. Which led to my nose twitching. Something sniffed me, a big hairy beast that jangled my nerves, and I squeaked. Quite literally.

  It wasn’t until someone said, “Did Claire just turn into a bunny?” that I realized just how horribly things had gone.

  And then they got worse.

  See, I’d shifted among wolves. Six new ones, who got one whiff of yummy rabbit meat and…

  Ever heard the announcer say, “And they’re off!”

  Understatement.

  I bolted like a bunny with six hungry wolves on my tail.

  I spent that entire first night running. Hiding. Burrowing. Eating the carrot—which was freaking delicious—I stole from a yard.

  By the time dawn hit and I collapsed, a naked teenage girl in a pile of leaves, I was a shaking mess.

  Oh my gawd. What is wrong with me? I cried at the injustice of it all. The shame.

  It didn’t help that it was Derek who found me. Fully dressed, I might add, leaving me at a distinct disadvantage.

  He knelt beside me and offered me a robe. Knees tucked to my chest, and cheeks hotter than the waffle maker, I couldn’t meet his gaze.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I lied. How could I tell the hottest guy in school I was not okay? As a matter of fact, I’d never be okay.

  Especially since after the floppy ear incident no one would really talk to me about it—unless it was to offer me carrots, thinking they were so funny. People avoided me at school. Whispered about me when I walked by. My friends ditched me. No one wanted to be seen with the freak.

  The pack doctor I went to see had no answer as to why I wasn’t a wolf. No one could explain why I transformed into a never-before-seen rabbit.

  As for my parents, to my face, they were supportive. Loving. But it was a sham. They fought behind closed doors. With my big ears, I heard every word. My father booming, “Is she even mine?”

  My mother yelling back, “Of course she is. This is probably your fault. Your grandfather never did say who birthed your dad.”

  And on it went. To my face, I got platitudes. “Don’t worry, honey. These things happen.”

  No, they didn’t. I was a freak.

  An oddity.

  Prey among predators.

  The next full moon, I wanted to hide away from everyone. Too embarrassed to be seen. But my dad insisted I try again. “Maybe it was just a fluke. Try thinking carnivorous thoughts when the moon hits you.”

  Despite it turning my stomach, I tried to imagine a big juicy steak with a side of buttered carrots. Next thing I knew I was running across the yard, the baying of wolves behind me.

  My little heart beat so fast I thought it would explode. Especially since, this time, the wolves cornered me, forming a furry circle that wouldn’t let me escape. In the distance, I heard baying, even recognized the warning in it. My dad was racing to my rescue.

  But these young pups weren’t listening. Terror froze me in place as their jaws snapped and slavered. I shook under gazes wild with the hunt.

  I don’t want to die.

  The last thing I recalled, I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to watch them eat me. Uncontrollable fear meant I whimpered and panted, my whiskers twitching, wishing I was bigger and stronger and…

  Next time I blinked my eyes open, I was lying naked on the ground, still in the woods, covered in blood. None of it mine. I knew this by the taste it left on my tongue. But what really made me gag? The torn wolf ear on the ground beside me.

  What did I do? My stomach heaved, and I retched, eyes closed as my body expelled things I preferred not to see. Chunky, gross things.

  In the distance, I heard voices calling. But I didn’t answer.

  I didn’t want anyone to find me, especially since I didn’t know what had happened or how much trouble I might be in.

  I can claim it was self-defense.

  No one would blame me for protecting myself. The thing was I shouldn’t have to. If one thing became certain in that moment, it was the fact I didn’t belong with the pack anymore. At sixteen, with not even any clothes on my back, I ran away from home.

  Chapter 1

  “Like hell is she leaving home.” This from Lana, who reigned like a queen on the couch, her feet soaking in a tub of briny water. Her green hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her summer dress hiked up over her knees. “If anyone goes, it should be me.”

  “You are not going anywhere,” declared her mate, Jory, a strapping Viking who seemed to think forbidding Lana anything was a bright idea.

  “I’m pregnant, not an invalid,” Lana snarled, her voice reaching a pitch that made me wince even though it wasn’t directed at me.

  My head bounced to Jory for his reply. “You need to take it easy. The doctor said so.”

  “Only because he’s a moron,” she snapped. “Did you know he told me I should stop taking baths because showers are healthier? As if. He’s lucky I didn’t burst his eardrums for that stupidity.”

  No kidding, given Lana’s mermaid side needed the immersion in water to remain hydrated.

  “If you don’t like him, then we’ll get a new doctor. Maybe a woman doctor. What about Anya?” Jory suggested.

  “Anya is a bloodthirsty Valkyrie whose claim to medical skill is stitching up your dumb ass when you play war with your Viking brothers.” Lana sneered, her pregnancy hormones in full swing.

  “Not true. I once saw Anya help another Valkyrie birth a babe on the battlefield. The mother recovered so quickly she fought with the child tucked into her tunic.”

  “I don’t think so,” shrieked Lana, causing the glass to rumble.

  My neck was getting a great workout, but this really had to stop. “Lana, you’re keeping your doctor. He’s the best one around.” Not to mention, he was slightly deaf so not as susceptible to Lana’s mood swings. “As to the reconnaissance mission, I’m going, and that’s final.”

  No way was I going to be talked out of the most epic adventure ever!

  Seriously. This was going to be so much fun. Dangerous, too, which made my nose twitch, but my therapist said I needed to work on conquering my fear of…well…just about everything.

  This mission was perfect for me. We—as in the misfit crew comprised of Beth, Lana, and me—recently found out that Lana was the result of some sea god and a siren getting together. If you were thinking, oh how cute, they fell in love, you’d only be partially right. Apparently, Neptune and Bella disappeared over twenty years ago. People assumed they ran off together since theirs was a forbidden love, but it recently came to light they might have been kidnapped and used by human scientists in a breeding program.

  Lana was the result. Half mermaid, half siren, total badass, and my best friend. My very pregnant best friend, who was less than impressed with her condition. Who knew that being impregnated by a demi-god would result in a shortened gestation? Lana was not happy about that part. Especially since her pregnancy was considered high risk. The doctor had ordered bed rest.

  With Lana taken out of commission, it meant she couldn’t follow the tip we’d gotten on a possible location for her parents.

  “Why do you get to go and not me?” Lana whined. “This is my family we’re tal
king about.”

  Even Beth, a very rare Nephilim, a demon and angel mix, the third BFF in this triumvirate, wasn’t on her side. “Use your head for something more than a hat rack. Do you really think your mom and dad would want you to put that little tadpole in your belly nest in danger?”

  “Maybe if your lazy boyfriend would snap his fingers and do something useful, we wouldn’t be having this discussion,” huffed Lana.

  Gene, a veritable genie and Beth’s consort, shook his bald head. “I’ve told you before, the Rockies are off-limits. I can’t teleport anywhere around there. There’s something in those mountains that blocks magical travel. The closest I can get is Calgary.”

  Lana pouted. “Then why doesn’t Simon swoop in and blast snowballs at the place until they surrender?”

  Simon was Beth’s consort number two and a dragon. Nice guy. Made the best snow cones.

  But he also wasn’t a war-mongering, lay-waste-to-the-world kind of fellow. He only went ballistic when Beth was in danger.

  He shook his head. “No can do. There are rules about doing that kind of thing.” He nicely didn’t point out the fact we didn’t know where to attack. We only had a vague idea of location.

  A week ago, a shaky video of unknown origin surfaced on the internet and appeared to show a massive tank with a bearded merman swimming inside it.

  Could be fake. But why then did it get scrubbed from the internet within twenty-four hours? Good thing Jory had a techy friend who’d caught it. He downloaded a copy and kept it on a secure server. Lana spent hours watching it, looking for clues. There were two. One a strange symbol, a lion with a spiked tail and wings on the edge of a computer screen, and two, a coffee cup. The name on it a chain that had stores only in the Rockies.