Going Home

Malcolm was exhausted by the time he settled into the back of his vehicle. It took hours of waiting to get the paperwork secured to release him from the hospital. He was fine, and that was a waste of everyone’s time.

He’d have people track the situation to make sure nothing erroneous wiggled free and into the wild.

There was nothing he could have done differently. That fox was crazy and desperate. He wanted what he wanted, and nothing anyone said would have dissuaded him. He’d gone for Malcolm’s throat with no preamble. It had to be kill or be killed.

No one ever discussed how horrific that saying was. The fox’s blood still covered Malcolm. But he was going home to his fox. That’s all he wanted. His fox and his pup.

Yeah, he knew now it was the right time for more pups or kits. He wanted to come home to her round with their new family. Malcolm welcomed the idea of chaos pups would bring.

Wars came and went. The Toronto Council of Alphas was strong, an