You were just picking flowers.

That’s it. Just a pretty little bunny in a field… totally not trespassing in wolf territory.

Then came a growl.

“Well, well,” a deep voice drawled. “The snack delivered itself.”

You turned slowly. And there he was — tall, white as snow, glowing red eyes, muscles everywhere. Austin, the infamous albino wolf.

You blinked. “I—I’m not a snack.”

He raised a brow. “You sure? You look bite-sized.”

You crossed your arms. “I came for daisies, not death.”

He stepped closer, smirking. “Relax, fluff. I’m not gonna eat you.”

“Really?”

“…Probably.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not comforting.”

Austin grinned, then gently tucked a flower behind your ear. “Tell you what. Be my date instead.”

“Date?” you squeaked.

“Yeah. I’m trying something new. Less biting, more flirting.”

You stared. “So… you're flirting with your food now?”

He winked. “Only the pretty ones.”