AN: I passed all my classes and finished watching Teen Wolf, super excited for next season and I kind of know how to work Ava in if I intend to keep the story as I'm planing right now. I read through the beginning part of this and that's about it, so again, sorry for mistakes and junk.
Thanks for the reviews all three of you! Currently it's that time of the month and I'm finding myself crying at everything, so if half of this sounds a little detached it's because I'm emotional right now and didn't want that in the story. No judging me! I'll bite you face off!
But not really, sorry. Don't forget reviews I want at least four this time, one more than last time. You guys can manage that right?
"What is it like for memories to be dreamed? To be remembered?" -Milo
Chapter Six - Vodka
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After he moved her hair over to one shoulder one of his hands lingered over the smooth skin on her neck, he could almost feel her heart beating beneath her skin. Glancing down at her bare legs Peter caught sight of the mark he's left on her ankle from night and nights ago, he felt a strange urge to drag his teeth across it. Almost as if he should renew the mark just to make sure that everyone else knew she was already his.
"It's strange how you know what size I am," she said disdainfully. He chuckled softly at her words and let his fingertips crush against her skin the smallest bit, which made her tremble and shift away from him. She may be stronger than he was but it didn't mean that she wasn't still wary of what he was doing to her, the way he was touching her skin so delicately. It was if she was one of his possessions that were made of glass.
"I even picked out some shoes," he commented making her turn to him blandly.
"If you don't leave after I try them on I'm going to scream and get security to take you out, got it?" Ava almost smiled at the last part. Peter simply smiled in return making her frown at him; didn't the man ever lose his mocking grin?
"Sit down, and I'll put them on for you," she said kindly. Ava glared at him venomously and made to move away from him before he grabbed her shoulder and whispered softly into her ear. "And then I'll drive you home so you don't have to walk," his voice was soft. She blushed darkly at the feeling of his breath against her neck, casting her eyes away from his she moved to sit down on a small bench next to the mirrors.
"I already have a ride," she lied but kept her heartbeat steady. It was a trick she had learned after many years of living with werewolves that could hear right away when she fibbed about anything.
"I know you're lying," he said grabbing a pair of black heels and kneeling down in front of her. The shoes were simple yet elegant when paired with her current green dress; the heels weren't too high or too short, perfect for someone who hated them. "Even if you have learned how to control that drum in your chest," he smirked up at her, only receiving a glare in return.
Glancing around the dressing room Ava searched for any sort of clock to see what time it was, depending on whether or not it was after three Stiles would be able to pick her up. Save there were no clocks to read and her phone was trapped inside the pocket of her jeans in her dressing stall. With Peter already grabbing her foot and slipping one of the heels onto it she couldn't excuse herself to grab the device.
When he grabbed her marked foot Peter ran his fingers over it for a few seconds while Ava quivered in his grip and wondered what she should do in such a situation. In order for him to complete the mark he had to bite her neck, and he was too far away to do that at the moment so she was at least a little relaxed. But what was he doing with her ankle? The rough feeling of his hands on her leg made her quake in anticipation of what would happen next, mostly because she didn't know.
"Go ahead and scream," he whispered softly before digging his claws into her ankle and yanking it towards his fangs. Holding down her complaints she tried to pull her leg away from him frantically all the while growling threateningly at him as he drew his mark closer to his face. It would be easy to ignite her whole body to get away from him or scream but at the same time she didn't want to cause a scene. If she turned into a fireball the dress would be ruined and she didn't want to buy a dress that was already destroyed, and if she made a commotion it would just be annoying. She could deal with Peter, find a solution to what was happening.
"Let go of me," she tried to stay calm.
Peter couldn't control himself, not when his marked was so close to him, he could hear everything, the blood rushing through her veins and the beat of her frightened heart as he continued to surprise her. The warmth of the fire beneath her skin and in her blood as he pierced her with his claws, causing small vein like rivers to flows down her ankle and onto his hands, she was twitching in his grip as she pushed to get away from him. But this only made him smile, his Fox was trying to refuse him when all he wanted to do was renew his mark, it was calling to him, even without its completion.
When she first became an adult, her father claimed nineteen was the opportune age; he'd given her the talk. Not the one about sex and only giving it to the person she loved, no, he spoke to her about getting marked and what it meant for the wolf that gave it to her. It was an extremely uncomfortable conversation that involved her father talking about when he and her mother liked to be alone so they could renew the mark.
He explained to her that when a wolf claimed a Fox there was a sense of ownership over the person, though she didn't like the sound or idea of being owned he said that it wasn't so bad. As a wolf that'd marked a Fox there was always a need to renew the claim, as a way to make sure that everyone around them knew who the Fox belonged to. Because sometimes a Fox's pack might die, or they would run away from their wolf, which would give another pack the opportunity to claim it. Just like a dog that has to repeatedly urinate on a tree to mark its territory a wolf has the urge to mark its Fox.
Yanking her body closer to his Peter ran one of his hands up to her knee and back down before bringing her ankle up to his mouth. He then proceeded to lick and nip at the sensitive skin on her ankle, tracing his mark lightly with his fangs as Ava tried to jerk away from him. It was an odd feeling that sent heat through her form, flaring as if she had a fever she cursed her body for reacting to the reclaim.
Snarling bitterly she set her leg on fire quickly, he'd yet to put the shoe on her foot so she didn't have to worry about burning it to bits. It startled him enough to pull away for a moment before Peter realized that the fire wasn't nearly as hot as it had been recently, in fact it felt like he wasn't getting burned at all. Smirking against her skin Peter almost wanted to laugh when he realized that he must be getting used to her fire, perhaps even starting to be able to use her powers against her. She froze for a moment realizing that the fire seemed to have no effect of him, in fact it seemed that he was getting used to being around the fire, though he didn't seem to realize it much.
When he didn't let go Ava let her own claws sharpen before she laid them on the back of his neck threateningly, he stiffened almost immediately and looked up at her darkly. His eyes were full of a deep lust and need that made Ava shudder, if she hadn't stopped him what would've happened?
"Let go," her voice was cold and short as she glared at him.
Holding her eyes the whole time Peter wiped her blood onto his hand before letting her leg fall away from his mouth, the crimson stain on his hand was instead brought to his lips. He made sure that she was still watching him as he licked her blood off his knuckles and almost reveled at the taste, making Ava squirm uncomfortably. Someday when someone finally marked her would she actually enjoy this?
Giving Ava a sly expression Peter got to his feet and watched as the small punctures on her ankle closed slowly as she healed, her eyes were trained on his form as she glared at him venomously. His eyes didn't hide the previous feeling of lust that entered his form and continued to remain even as he rose to looked down at Ava from her seat. In return her own optics flashed orange as her fiery power shifted through her skin and flared up to match her temper at what had just taken place.
"See you Friday," he said smiling at her softly. He then proceeded to walk away, but not before making sure that she saw him lick his lips clean of any red residue from her ankle, she stared at him defensively until he was out of sight. Sighing heavily she changed back into her regular clothing and put all the dresses away, but not before glancing at the green one once more, it had looked nice on her body, but after what Peter had said she almost shivered at the prospect of wearing it.
At the end of the day she didn't end up buying any dresses, after making it to the second store on foot she gave up when she found out that Stiles would still be at school for at least a couple more hours. By the time she got back to Holly's house the older woman was pulling up in the driveway and smiling at her cheerfully, looking at one of the bags she had.
"What color is it?" She asked kindly. Ava gave her an ashamed expression before opening the bag and showing her that inside the bag was a jacket that she had thought was warm, not a dress at all. "That isn't even a dress," she muttered stating the obvious.
"I couldn't find anything and this was soft," she said walking with the woman up to the front door slowly.
"Maybe I have an old dress you can use," she murmured making Ava's eyebrows raise in surprise. If the woman had anything to offer Ava had a feeling it wouldn't be very flattering, not that Ava was trying to be mean, but Holly really didn't have her style.
"That's okay," she insisted following the woman to the front door to see her holding up a box with a flower on it.
"Seems like you've gathered some attention," she chuckled handing Ava the box. Holly opened the door and started mumbling something about young love and how she wished boys were still chasing after her like they used to in the old days. Ava tried to ignore her as she went to her room and dropped her bag on the bed, of course the gift was from Peter, who else would have the audacity to give her something when her stay here had been so short?
Pulling off the top of the box her eyes thinned when she saw the same green fabric from earlier, it even included the same shoes that Peter had slipped onto one of her feet before attacking the other one, there was a simple note on top of the dress that read.
It's not like you have anything else to wear.
She cursed him silently for being correct, did this mean that he had followed her around all day despite what had happened at the first store? She'd have to get in touch with Scott so they could get this over with, now that Derek was missing it should be easy to overpower him especially with all the power that Ava could muster. Though there was the knew discovery of Peter being able to resist her fire like he had done earlier, it worried her slightly. Her family had always been able to control her outbursts of fire because her father had trained them on how to use the power to counterbalance the user.
If this was true and Peter had learned how to resist her fire completely it would mean that she'd lost her edge and he wouldn't be fearful of what she could od to him anymore. There was nothing stopping him from walking through the front door of Holly's house and pinning her to the bed to claim her.
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The next day at school Ava fidgeted around nervously until Stiles finally walked into the room wearing a pitiful looking pained face, she'd have to teach the kid how to fake sickness one of these days. He caught eyes with her before looking at the older nurse hoping that she'd leave the room so they could talk without having to whisper to each other.
"I actually haven't seen you for a couple days Mr. Stilinksi," Holly commented from her desk before standing up and grabbing her empty mug of coffee. "Be right back dear," she smiled at Ava who nodded simply in return.
"Peter's targeting Scott's mom and Allison," he burst out without waiting for Ava to say anything first. "Scott and I were thinking that you and him could team up and go after Peter, then you can get rid of your mark and all that good stuff," he said sitting down in a chair across from her.
"When?" She finally spoke feeling that her next comment would be very urgent news.
"Sometime this weekend, after the dance, Scott wants to go so he can dance with Allison," he muttered glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
"No," she said shortly making Stiles turn back to her sharply. "We have to do it soon or else I won't be of any help to you," she breathed watching as Stiles gave her a perplexed reaction.
"Is something wrong with you?" He questioned looking up and down her form to check for injuries. "Did something happen? Is it another one of your Fox things?" His voice turned dull at the mention of 'fox things.'
"I told you, remember," it was Ava's turn to be annoyed with the teenager. "When a Fox is claimed the power they hold is shared among the rest of the wolves, I can use their strength they can use my fire," she explained watching his eyes lighten in understanding. "Even if the mark isn't complete Peter-," he cut her off, already the answer was bright in his mind.
"Is starting to be able to control fire," he finished for her.
"Yes," her voice was grim. "He doesn't know exactly what to do with it yet, he resisted my fire by accident I think. So if we attack him soon he won't have enough time to learn how to control it, we can still beat him," she assured him when he started to frown.
"We don't know where he's going to be though," he commented making Ava growl in agreement. They had no idea where the Alpha was staying, he seemed to just appear out of nowhere and wreck havoc on people he wanted to.
"But he needs me and Scott, so tonight we'll go to the dance and when he shows up we can go after him," she stated standing and walking over to the desk. "If we can get him alone in the woods, then we should be powerful enough to take him down," she added imagining herself and Scott in the forest facing off against a flaming Alpha. First he would set Scott on fire before stealing all of her strength away until she sunk into the forest floor, then he would let his teeth sink into her neck.
"Does that mean you're going to the dance?" Stiles wondered aloud before catching himself. He gave Ava a curious expression that she returned with a dull stare, she wasn't excited to be stuck in a gym with a bunch of teenagers all night long.
"Yes," she muttered bitterly. Jotting down Stiles' name with a purple pen Ava motioned for him to go over to one of the beds to rest, Scott didn't have first period with Stiles so there was no reason for him to return so soon. He looked about ready to cry when she said that he could stay and sleep for a little while, let his English teacher cool off for a little bit.
"You know it's really ironic that his whole family died in a fire and now he might be able to control the stuff," Stiles murmured scratching his chin anxiously. He sat down on one of the beds and gave her an almost mocking sort of stare, it wasn't her fault that she had such an unfortunate power and was paired up with people who lost people to flames.
"I've thought the same thing many times myself," she murmured letting a melancholy look pass into her eyes. "All the nights I spent breathing harshly from another dream in darkness with screams blaring through my ears, not being able to escape or wake up. Why of all Foxes did they have to meet a fire one? I'm sure if they weren't werewolves they'd hate me," her voice was soft as she spoke of it.
Stiles didn't know how to react to her, the way her forest green eyes began to well up with tears as she thought of all the dreams she and Peter had unknowingly shared. The only reason anyone ever seemed to want her was because she was a Fox, in the werewolf world power always reigned supreme, so why wouldn't they want her?
"So for the dance," Ava caught the boys attention. "Who are you going with?"
Stiles merely smiled at Ava with a triumphantly proud expression on his face, Ava didn't even need him to answer to know who it was he was taking.
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It was different than Ava remembered her dances being when she was in high school, of course she had had her brothers and sisters to hang out with when no one wanted to ask her. Instead of getting involved with a few of the other teachers she sat on the bleachers and watched to make sure none of the kids were trying to get away with drinking or other naughty things.
Wearing the green dress that Peter had gotten for her Ava had almost thrown the thing away but Holly wouldn't let her and insisted she wear it because it matched her eyes. So she wore it, smiling nicely whenever someone said that she looked nice before turning around and snarling at such a compliment. The fact that Peter had picked it out for her and then tried to reclaim her right in the dressing room was more than one reason for her to hate him, in a way this was another notion of claiming her as his. It was a dress that he'd picked out for her, the wolf for the fox, she might as well have been sporting his mark on her neck already.
Watching a few girls walk into the hallway towards the bathroom Ava followed listening to what they were talking about, some boy that one oft he girls had gone to the dance with apparently. She kept going on and on about how she wanted to give it to him after the dance but would only be able to if she was drunk. One of the other girls pulled a bottle out of her purse and that was when Ava popped up around the corner and caught eyes with one of the girls who gasped loudly.
"Give me the bottle," she said holding out her hand.
"It's just water," the teenager replied bitterly. Ava could hear her heartbeat speed up as she tried to conceal her lie, she could smell the alcohol that they'd tried to hide in a plastic water bottle, most likely vodka.
"Oh, can I have some?" She asked feigning ignorance.
"Uhm, you can't I'm sick," she muttered trying to conceal her frantic expression.
"A cold, why don't we go to the nurses office and I can see how to help," she explained motioning towards the dark hallway behind them. The girl looked at her friends anxiously but they offered her no help in return, if anything it looked like they wanted to run and leave her there. "We can see if your parents want to pick you up," she explained turning to walk down the hall.
"No," she said trying to stuff the bottle back into her purse.
"Just give me the vodka," Ava murmured blandly making the girl jump. She hesitated and made Ava want to growl and scare her, just leave the vodka and go already. "Or I can tell the coach, I'm sure he's ready to yell," she looked back to the gym.
"Take it," she spat out before shepherding her friends back into the dance venomously. Ava watched them blend back into the crowd before going into the bathroom and opening the bottle to dump into the sink, now that the scent wasn't being concealed the stench of alcohol hit her full force and she gagged. She'd never been one to drink, when her father drank he tended to turn into a fireball and walk down the street in the middle of the night, it was best if Foxes didn't even try to lose control, bad things happened.
"Look at you, new girl got alcohol," a voice said behind her. She jumped and turned to see an older lady that Holly had introduced as Mrs. Klein, the art teacher. She was holding a smaller water bottle that she had most likely confiscated from another student. "Seems like you know what you're doing already," she laughed before going to dump out the contents of her bottle as well.
"I know how to deal with teenagers," Ava muttered capping the bottle and throwing it into the trash. "Younger siblings," she added trying to give the lady some sort of explanation.
"When I went to Prom, oh, how long ago was it?" The teacher wondered looking up at the ceiling while she capped her own bottle. "Who knows, too old," she said blandly making Ava grin at her light way of speaking. "Anyway, my friend brought whiskey and dumped it into the punch, everyone was drunk, even the teachers that were supposed to be watching us," she laughed at the memory, her eyes clouding over as the fondness left her eyes.
"Did you get drunk?" Ava questioned trying to imagine the older woman stumbling around.
"Oh, I was smashed, tripped down the stairs," she chuckled. "My date had to drive me home, he didn't drink the punch because he said coffee was the only drink he needed. That was a good dance," she nodded walking over to Ava slowly. Placing a comforting hand on the girls shoulder she squeezed it gently giving her a smile.
In that moment Ava closed her eyes for a moment and saw the bright lights flash before a foreign gym appeared in front of her and a bunch of lazy teenagers walked around in old dresses. Some of them were flailing their arms around on the dance floor as they did their best to appear seductive to the other, their feeble dunk minds unable to make sense of the pounding in their heads. Turning her eyes backwards Ava saw a woman in a red dress being help up by a frantic looking boy who was glancing around at everyone as they stumbled around.
As soon as the art teacher let her go the memory vanished and Ava was left with a hollow feeling of happiness, since the past had been so vividly clear in the older women's mind Ava had been able to jump into it.
"Let's see who can find a condom first," the woman laughed before opening the door to go back into the gym. How come none of her high school teachers had ever been that cool? Of course as a high school punk Ava had never cared about her teachers, all that mattered to her in those four years was what had happened in her family as she discovered her powers for the first time.
Hearing something at the end of the hallway Ava caught the scent of Scott and Allison walking out of the school and towards the buses, she walked behind them slowly, giving them time to do a few things before she carted them back into the gym. It was only when she heard engines rev that her feet carried her faster down the hallway until she pushed open the doors to see that Allison had now found out about Scott's secret. She watched him run off into the forest before going after him quickly, taking off her more than annoying high heels and sprinting after the boy, hearing his scream of agony. If anything she was sure that he had wanted to tell Allison himself when the time was right, perhaps he had been just about to tell her, but it had been ruined, and now he was frustrated and angry.
She stopped a little ways away from him and made sure that he knew she was there, his heaving form on the forest floor made her heart wrench, once she had had a friend in seventh grade. It was one of her first human friends that liked her despite her weird Fox quirks, but when something had happened to her sister Ava shifted forms without thinking and her friend saw. She screamed and ran away from her, eventually they had to take her memories away altogether, it was like Ava had never even existed in her eyes, she hated middle school.
"Scott," she whispered his name soothingly. His head jerked around to glare at her only to soften when he saw the expression on her face, though his eyes hardened as his mind worked to form a plan.
"Follow me," he snarled bolting off into the forest. "We're going to find Derek," he said shifting into his other form and urging Ava to do the same. Her ears perked up from her hair as her tail peeked out from under her dress, with her shoes gone it was far easier to run than it had been in the hallway. "Then we'll beat Peter," he stated.
When they pulled the door open to where Derek was Ava felt his eyes on her almost immediately before they shifted to Scott who was glaring at Derek with determination written into his face. She felt bad for the wolf in front of them, it was evident that he had been tortured, though there were no wounds on his body, not even a bruise to trace out the shape of knuckles the way he seemed so weak in front of them.
"Break one of his arms free," Scott whispered just loud enough for Ava to hear. She wanted to laugh at the boy slightly, he sounded so dark and demanding it would be hard to believe he was so young if she didn't know him, commanding a wolf to do his bidding, he'd make a good leader some day.
Not replying to him but walking forward Ava let her hand glow, he'd told her everything on the way over after hearing Derek's howl, what had happened after she'd left, what he'd figured out, and why Derek would agree to help them after all. The wolf in front of her let his eyes flash blue weakly before he sucked in a breath, despite his body condition and the wear it had taken on his form he could still feel the pull that came with a Foxes scent near him. She was so close to him right now.
Ava broke his chain with little effort, her glowing hand melting the metal off him easily she glanced back at Scott who nodded at her before Derek reached out and latched onto her shoulder almost painfully. She growled low in her throat and felt Scott stiffen, what did Derek want with Ava? The way the older wolf was looking at her Scott could swear that he saw something like lust pass through his eyes before they shifted towards the ceiling of the small room about them.
"Someone's coming," he muttered straining his ears towards the house above him. Ava focused on the noise of footsteps nearing them and the sound of a heartbeat coming down to them, her eyes turning back towards Scott with a nod before they back out of the room. Derek reluctantly let go of the Fox as she forced herself away from his grip on her shoulder, her eyes catching his for a moment, the door closed before they could look away from each other.
They listened for the man to come down the stairs and walk into Derek's room, he mentioned something about how he would have to change to a bat because his knuckles were starting to bruise and it made Ava growl lowly. Even if she wasn't part of her pack it still made her angry that they had taken him when he had done nothing wrong. Just because he was related to someone who was causing all the trouble, why did he have to be the one that suffered?
Scott walked back into the room first followed by Ava as she cast her eyes towards the ground, when he began to argue with Scott about needing to get free Ava turned up to him sharply, glaring at him fully her eyes flashed orange for a second.
"Listen to him," she spat out making him freeze. Scott explained how Peter had lured Laura back to Beacon hills in order for him to be able to kill her, it hadn't been an accident at all, Derek was quiet making Scott more than a little frustrated before the wolf responded. Ripping his other hand off the wall Scott looked at him a little surprised but Ava only smiled at him, he'd finally found his anger.
"Let's go," Derek muttered glancing at Ava quickly.
"Wait, I can help you," she said letting her claws sharpen as she looked at the two of them. If this was going to work out for them Derek and Scott would have to be able to use fire as well, else Peter would more than likely be able to defeat them without even trying. She had to assume that the Alpha knew how to control her fire, if she hoped instead that he hadn't learned only to find out that they couldn't beat him it wouldn't be good. She had to do this.
"Weren't you going to help anyway?" Scott questioned shaking his head at her. Ava growled lowly at him, she hadn't expected the wolves to know what she meant by those words.
"Yes," she hissed before grabbing his wrist and sinking her teeth into it. Scott groaned in pain and jerked his arm away from her in a fit of rage as Derek watched with burning eyes, the young wolf growled as his skin began to burn.
"What did you do?" He snarled watching a glowing heat sink into his skin before moving further across his body.
"I'm sharing my power,'" she explained turning to Derek who merely looked down at her defiantly. "We have to assume that Peter can control my fire, so in order to fight him, you have to be able to use it too," she said glancing back at Scott. His yellow eyes flared to life, changing to orange as his hands began to glow faintly.
"It's hot," he gasped out trying to claw at where she had bitten him. Derek eyed Scott with careful eyes, turning back to Ava as she stared up at him stubbornly, holding out her clawed hand for his wrist she showed him her sharpened fangs.
"Focus on the heat," she spoke to Scott without looking at him. "Push it away as if it was a wave of nausea, control it," she whispered listening as Scott's heartbeat began to slow back down.
"I don't need your help," Derek hissed making Ava let a low rumble sound in her throat.
"Do you want him to burn you? Do you want to live through the fire that you missed?" Her voice said calmly. He didn't speak again but merely held out his wrist for her to take, her fingers found it softly before she brought it to her lips. Immediately there was a burn that passed from her fangs in his skin into his body, a scorching fire that blasted through his veins as his eyes flashed orange just as Scott's had.
Following the instructions that Ava had given the younger wolf Derek was able to control the new power within him easily, testing out this new fire within him he urged his hand to become inflamed. Ava watched him with a small smile on her lips as he stared at his slowly burning hand, the wonder in his eyes was enough to make him growl anxiously. This was her power, the Foxes power that every pack craved to possess.
"I can't smell anything," Scott complained making her sigh at his whining.
"You body isn't used to the fire yet, it dulls your senses for a little while," she explained making him nod in understanding.
"Now we can go," Scott said turning towards the door quickly. Derek put his hand out and walked after the boy, glancing back at Ava for a moment to see her glaring at the both of them slightly.
She'd only shared her power once, and that had only been with one other person, this time it'd been two, she'd have to work extra hard to make sure they didn't take all her power and drain her before the fight even started. Even as they walked away from her Ava could feel the strain on her body, this was why she needed a pack, if there was shared power the strain on her body wouldn't even exist. She walked after the boys, following them down the tunnels and into the forest before something grabbed her around the waist and knocked all the air out of her lungs. The two wolves in front of her didn't even notice her absence their minds too focused on the new feeling of burning power within them.
Ava was aware of being taken through the trees until the person ran into the old Hale house and dropped her on the floor, she sputtered and tried to form words with her lips, taking in shallow breaths the figure in front of her began to clear in front of her eyes. He smiled down at her eerily, his fangs poking out through his lips as he took in her scent, breathing deeply he closed his eyes before opening them again, they were red.
It was Peter.
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"Sometimes it's hard to wake up." -Milo
AN: And that was Chapter six, sorry if it felt like I was rushing, I wanted to hurry up and get past season one and start developing relationships.
Anyway, what did you think? I will continue to add stuff on to the Fox lore randomly whenever I see fit as long as it relates to the story.
Tell me what you think, don't forget reviews, took me longer to update, didn't feel an urge, reviews give me lots of urges. O_O
Thanks for reading.