The Rabbit & The Wolf

Why must fairies be so quick? They always act like I'll take every little cake. I chase after a winter fairy whose skin glistens like snow. The tray she carries holds crystallized cakes with winter berries and spun sugar. I feel him before I see him, damned summer prince. Why can't he take the hint? Summers so dull who would want to live in constant heat. A fairy with cotton candy hair runs past carrying a carafe of pomegranate wine, if I could get my hands on it mother would be proud. Besides honeysuckle wine, pomegranate is her second favorite followed by persimmon and quince wines.

The Summer Prince tries to step in front of me, only to be blocked by the most alluring male I have ever seen. His back is to me but power radiates off him like iridescent light. It's almost as strong as my father's just as dark. The Wolf Prince lets out a low laugh as Noah takes a step back.

"Watch where you're going?" the Wolf Prince says, there is nothing pleasant in his tone.

"If anyone, should watch where they're going, it should be you," Noah says, jabbing his finger on the prince's chest. The Wolf Prince looks down at Noah, as I take off in no particular direction.

I find tables lined with all sorts of delicacies, from gooseberries to black apples roasted lamb grilled meats glazed in honey, chocolate cakes, and hazel cream.

Another table holds a variety of carafes, I snatch a few pastries as I make my way to the table. I shrink a few carafes sealing them in the process less the content spill out, then tuck them into the pocket of my cloak. Just as I'm heading towards the forest the Wolf Prince appears canines flashing.

"So pearly white," I say, sidestepping him as I head into the forest.

"They're also sharp, want a bite," he says, following me down the path that leads to my burrow. I'm sure Uncle Enrique's aware of my hideout how else would it remain intact.

"I think not," I say, "is there something you need?"

"I got rid of the pest for you," he says leaning against a tree. His arrogance is fitting hi lovely face. Darkness clings to him, he looks me over as I pull one of the carafes from my pocket returning it to its original size.

"Here," I say handing him the crimson liquor.

The Prince arches a perfect brow just as the clouds part bathing us in iridescent moonlight. His eyes are a mixture of amber and green with silver specks around the iris.

"You can't pay me with someone else wine," he says, looking down at me with a smirk I wish to wipe off his pretty chiseled face. There's a scar that runs down his chin straight to his collar bone. I reach towards it but stop myself halfway. The prince smirks lowering his face so that we are at eye level.

"You're too tall," I say turning away from him. He reaches out spinning me towards him the carafe pressed between us.

"You're too short," he says, eyes lingering on my lips as he takes the carafe letting me go.

"Jerk," I say, storming off towards the entrance of my burrow.

"You are too easy," he says, blocking the entrance.

"What?"

"To provoke," he says leaning down, "your just right." He pets my head lifting the carafe to his lips. I stump my foot, over his causing sweet wine to spill.

"Move."

"But I want to have a look," he says playing with a strand of my snow-white hair that's fallen from its braid.

I let dark energy roll of me keep the shadows at bay. "I'm tired, you should go."

"We could rest together," he says if he feels the power, I let out he doesn't say it.

"You're too big," I say pushing past him, "you won't fit."

"That's never been an issue," he says letting out a laugh as I spin around sending a blast of shadow flame at him.

He flinches away clearly not expecting the attack. Something like recognition shows in his eyes as he bows his head low.

"Forgive me, Princess, I was only jesting you," his face his now neutral all banter gone from his voice. "I meant no offense."

"My mother has a saying she drilled into us long ago," I say, "would you like to hear it?" I cock my head to the side as he nods, "In order, to be sorry you have to of never done or said whatever it is you said or did. Once done, once said, it can never be taken back." With that, I cloak myself in shadow winnowing to another of my hideouts one deep within the Dark Realm. Cursed wolf.