Enfield Fox Novels & Stories

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Theo sighed, nodding once and his hands relaxed around the steering wheel, one of them releasing to grab my hand. "What-" Theo squeezed my hand. "Foxen are rare because once mated, they can exhibited magical abilities. Not all of them and none of them the same kind, some were elementals, seers, healer." His jaw twitched. "Any that didn't, were killed by the Clans they were born into."