The March 2023 update: Hi. It's been around a decade since I began writing this story, and immediately posting it to Wattpad. I have many regrets...the typos, the story, the fact that The Foxes was so heavily inspired by (see: copied the concept of) Maggie Stiefvater's excellent Wolves of Mercy Falls series (Shiver, Linger and Forever). I was 12, I think, when I started this story. And I was about 18 when I unpublished the whole thing on the grounds that it is bad an embarrassing (both still true).
But I do believe that, somehow, in the face of this Mary Sue story, my biggest regret is that I hid it away, like it shouldn't exist. I've been rereading some old favorites from my Wattpad days, and remembering how fun it was to read peoples' stories, with or without typos, whether or not the story was flawless. So, I'm sorry if anyone has come looking for my little tale of were foxes in the last handful of years. It's here now, and I won't plan to delete it. Maybe I'll even start posting again, who knows. Wattpad always was a bright spot in the darkness that is the middle school years.
But this story is done, I think. I was a different person when it existed in my head, and I don't think I could go back there if I wanted to. But that's okay, because I wouldn't be this person, now, without having written it, without your reads and votes and comments. I'm sorry I deleted those comments from a decade ago.
Anyway, I want to thank anyone who read any of this silly little story. I hope you liked it, even though it could definitely be better. This is my apology for that little disappearing act, and also a very, very sincere thank you. Whether you're reading this story for the first time, post-March-2023, or you've been here since the beginning; you're an absolute legend for it and I appreciate you <3
Here, in case you're interested, is the crusty and disregardable 2018 Update, titled "I hope you'll forgive me":
Only a few years late, I am done. Actually done. I have begun to write this again, but actually good. It's something that I'm hoping I'll be proud of. I'd like to thank you all for taking any time to read this, especially with all the mistakes and nonsense. I just went through the whole thing and tried not to see what I wrote but I glanced at it a few times . . . I'm in tears.
Also, if you were reading this but didn't finish, I privated everything but not unpublished. If you want to finish reading it (which I'm not sure I can approve of, but it's your life, you make your own decisions) feel free to follow me, finish, and then unfollow. I genuinely won't be offended.
And if you'd like to read something hopefully a lot less crappy, it's on my profile.
But seriously, thank you all so much for sticking with me through the last few years. I literally love everyone who ever clicked on this more than I can even express. Thank you.

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The Foxes
Fantasy..."you're all he has left. And he's all you have left." "I have you, now." "Awe. How cliché." We both started laughing. It was like an unspoken agreement, to be cliché. Probably because there was nothing cliché about us. Two werefoxes. They stare a...