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18 - The Fox
I raised my paw and swatted at the pup who let go of my tail before attacking it once more and giving me a playful growl. I smiled inwardly at the pup and faked defeat, allowing the pup to openly nip and growl at my tail. I laid on my side and set my head down on top of my paws. I flicked my ears towards the ongoing conversation between Anna and my mate. "Are you absolutely sure that you'll be able to handle two pups and an injured fox shifter?" she asked with a sigh and I could only guess that my mate was nodding before saying, "Yes, I'm absolutely sure but it would be nice if he would at least shift before you left so that way you could check his eyes." he said his voice a bit disappointed and sad. Their conversation went on about the subject of me shifting before I closed out their voices and closed my eyelids, retreating to a part of my mind that I had not visited in a while.
It was pitch black but in a single beam of light the form of a white fox laid down. It was
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Hello Dear Readers, First off I'd like to say sorry about last month, I did not stay true to my promise. My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F
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