Prologue - The Fox
The fox stared at the picture in his paw. It was of a rabbit, her violet eyes and her bright smile captivating him. In front of her was a cub, having the facial structure of a fox, yet the ears of a bunny.
Lifting the match, he set it aflame, watching it as it fell into the waste basket. What had been done, had been done. There was no bringing them back, no turning back time. They were still out there, laughing it up in their money and alcohol, talking amongst each other about the sick plans they make up in their demented heads.
He was once a cop, the second best, but the past does come back to bite you sometimes. In this case, it's biting him, and pulling him back.
The predator watched as the flames grew higher, repeatedly pressing the button of the carrot pen he held in his paw.
"I love you, Nick."
