Kennedy Fox Author Novels & Stories

It was almost tragic I needed to have it end. Bursting through the bushes I leaped onto her tail pinning her to the ground. She turned snapping back at me her little needle teeth trying to sink into my fur to reach my skin. Cute try love. I laughed. Andre, cleaners here? Yep. Bring a carrier and some clothes for me. This is going to get messy. Damn, putting your mate in a carrier? They were designed for pups who got out of control but they’d hold a fox just fine too. She kept trying to wiggle out never tiring only hissing and snarling which might have been intimidating for a rabbit but this was just sad.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

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.

My wolf yelps and drops to her belly inside me, baring her neck and burying her head in her forelegs. “My bad,” Kennedy says, wincing. I smile ruefully. Everyone in the house is used to my skittish wolf. We’ve lived together for a long time now. I know that Kennedy’s wolf would never hurt mine, but there is nothing in the world that will convince my wolf of that fact. Kennedy’s wolf is male. Males are killers. End of story. Frowning, Mari sticks her nose deeper into the fridge. “Who ate the summer sausage?” Kennedy and I grimace at each other behind her back. I left half. Kennedy must’ve finished it.

Happy, even. But it had less to do with Ryan’s sudden change of heart, and more to do with going to Knight Mansion and somebody else’s words — words that had always been a lifeline for me. Not just anybody, but a friend who had come into my life like a blessing. Kayden Ford. Kayden — the rising star in the literary world, the renowned author of The Upward Gravity, A Spark in the Rubble, The Dawn Theory, Beyond the Script, and The Beautiful Unbecoming.

"It's not my problem that you've got arms like string cheese." Nobody could help the laugher than escaped our mouths as I smiled at Kennedy. "It just muscle." I informed her, after finding my composure. The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Dan with Gabriel telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Kennedy began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her colouring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some colouring pencils.

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good.