Foxing Around ✔️ COMPLETED

Chapter 25. Zeals Life

Zeal's Perspective

"Keep on running! Zeal what are you doing? Zeal wait! Omg Zeal your going the wrong way. Zeal wait up! We are going the wrong way!"

I growled my response. "Julia go back to Lisa, play with her and stay away from me!" She let out an extremely dramatic sigh, stomping her feet and screaming in defeat and anger before running away, I could smell the fake tears of rejection still floating down a grass stem minutes after she left.

I normally loved every minute I got for training, breathing in the outdoors and when in winter, the fresh snow always brought a smile to my face.

But when you have a girl who is obviously crushing over your looks, I feel as if my world is being kicked around.

I absolutely hate her. All I can think of is how little girls crush over me, giggling in their pathetic human form, then prancing around in fox form thinking I am impressed but they can all go to hell in my opinion.

Everyone can. My dad, my mother, Jet and...

No not Astra. She's dead and everyone knows. Everyone blames me. Whenever I tried to tell someone who I thought might care, they just told the whole world that I was a bad brother, that I murdered my sister even though I'm the reason why my own mother didn't kill her.

I let the tears slip from my face, only because no one was around. No one ever was around during the times I mostly needed people. Someone, anyone.

But no, I survived on my own. I still am, surviving... but I'm not living. This hell of a home is all I have. It was only a few years ago when my mum, Helga, went on a hunting trip. This time she disappears forever and she never came back. Apparently she found the werefox community that dad was leading and decided to join.

By the time dad had come to retrieve me, 6 months had passed and I was almost dead because of starvation. I was still a pup. I still kind of am considered to be one, but I know I have a more matured mind that most foxes my age have.

I know I'm different. It happened on a day when I stared at the full moon, begging for help. It happened to be the night before dad came to find me. I was relieved at first. I thought, I couldn't believe it was him, I hadn't seen him for years ever since he left us.

But he only came because Jet had disgraced his name, leaving him. Meaning I was his last son to be his heir for our group. It's a I'll werefox community now and we often stay indoors in underground tunnels during the day. It's a full schedule each day that we all follow, different times where different groups get to have some time outside in the day time.

For years I stayed quiet, and loyal. I depended on my strengths and wits, so I trained hard and fought hard, earning myself the largest title for a 13 year old anyway. It was ever since I was allowed to go with the day hunters. The groups of foxes that hunted and travelled for days at a time, where we plan under the shadows of the wolf packs.

I either got the job of going out, or building new tunnels and hidden houses outside. We don't hide as much as we did used to, because the rare sightings of a wolf would mean an instant death for that unlucky wolf, but so far it's only been rogues.

Now I'm not scared of the day time, in fact I rather enjoy it. But now that Julia, a fox my age, has started to be brave and daring enough to follow me when I sneak outside, I have had to remind her what role she plays and how to keep it there, but she still does anything to get my attention.

I shivered at some of the things she mentioned about us being a thing. I have never liked girls and never will in my opinion. In fact, I have never really actually known a girl who wasn't annoying and constantly in my way.

I huffed silently before shifting and then I started to run. Most wolves shift at the age of 17 and can find their mates instantly, but us werefoxs are completely different.

We shift at an age when we believe that we can, after passing the age of 12 as a fox pup. Most foxes who lived and hid alone for years at a young age might never shift unless something triggers them to shift light an attack. All of the foxes my age were shown how to shift and we are all used to being in our human form now but I still prefer being one with my fox.

And we both agree that creating an army is a stupid idea. War is war, blood will be spilled and lives will be left to linger to fend for them self when they are hurt and alone. No war is all about killing and deaths, once you fall you don't get back up. Instead you accept defeat and that is why I want to run away before the war starts.

I sighed in my fox form as I ran on, wanting to be as far away from the war camp I can go. I will probably return soon since I have no where to stay but it's not like I won't survive if I tried to permanently run away.

I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby, I growled and shifted before climbing a tree without making a sound. "So I believe that their hide our could possibly be around here but I'm not too sure" said a man who just appeared from behind the bushes.

A few more men appeared as well, their werewolf scent made me gag. But they weren't rogues, no they belonged to a pack. I started to feel determined for the fight, because they was no way I would hide like a coward. No, this was going to be fun and blood will be shed.

After they passed by my tree, I waited a few seconds before jumping out of the tree, landing smoothly on two feet. They all heard the noise I made and whipped around quickly, their eyes meeting my face. I smirked as they sniffed the air, the looks on their faces were priceless.

They instantly knew I was a fox. Some of the wolves at the back of the group took a defensive pose, but the leader who looked about 17, he doesn't show as if my presence bothered him. He smiled right back at me. I decided to let them make the first move.

Instead of them getting onto line for a fight, the leader gestured them to keep walking while he approached me. I mentally sighed, having a feeling that I knew what was going to happen. He was most likely going to try reason with me to come back with him to his 'safe' werewolf.

Big mistake. He wasn't going to leave my presence alive. The more he got closer, the more I realised he had no scent. Smart move, for him to not leave a trail of his werewolf scent like the others. They all stand no chance.

"Hi" he said casually. "I'll give you one sentence of time to say something that won't get you killed" I growled at him. "Why can't we talk like civilised people, eh?" Was all he said.

Very very stupid. He probably would never hurt a fly. I then shifted and ran towards him, letting out a battle cry. He dodged just in time. "You think your so smart?" His mocking voice made me cringe in disgust. Then I ran and leapt with all of my strength and I landed on top of him.

As I tried to claw for his throat, I was surprised when he held me up in his hands and thrust me onto the ground beside him. "Fight or speak, your choice" is all he said. I growled my response. "No. Never." I said in my own tongue with pride at how only us werefox have a language that werewolves can't understand.

By now, the werewolves had come back and they just watched us from afar. I lunged in the air for him one more time, only to meet fox eyes starting into my own. "Your choice then, we play the hard way."

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