I held the umbrella tightly in my hand as I walked down the cobbled sidewalk. The large fabric covering my face in a shadow.I looked to the left, not paying attention to where I was going, keeping my sights on the cars that whizzed by.
Before I knew it, I accidentally stepped into the person coming from the opposite direction.
"Watch it, Scrubber." He growled at me as he pushed past me.
"So sorry, dear." I squeaked in apology, my English accent flawless.
He was short with grey hair. Not easily recognizable, but easy to forget. He wouldn't last long with the Fox Council.
I was just doing him a favour.
I continued on my way, the male already forgotten.
I slipped my hand into my purse, placing the male's wallet inside.
My fingers now played with the perfectly pressed invitation I did not have seconds earlier.
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Secrets of the Silver Fox
WerewolfSecrets of the Silver Fox and Company 0.5 Queen of Tricks They call her a thief, a liar, a murderer, a traitor. They call her the Silver Fox and the Queen of Tricks. But how exactly did Vienna Fox get her silver? Cover by silverstorme