After Klaus, in his infinite genius, had unironically discovered the fox’s kryptonite—iron—Lee Yeon had been forced to lay low. Annoying, but temporary. The moment he’d healed, the fox came back with vengeance, cutting down any wolf in his path. He didn’t just kill; he made a statement. Hearts and livers—signature fox trophies—were ripped from corpses.
There he was, holding his next victim's heart, taking a sniff—only to gag. Honestly, what did he expect? Wolves were revolting inside and out. Still, he tossed the heart into the air, as if it were a toy, when the sound of approaching footsteps and the reek of yet another wolf caught his attention.
“Unlike the stories, I don’t eat hearts or livers,” he called out lazily. “Not unless they’re shrimp-flavored—but I’ve long since grown out of that.” Of course, now the thought of ice cream surfaced. “One momento.” He held up a finger. At least he was polite about it as he quickly texted Falin an SOS. He paused. “If Olaf was stealing babies, and then tried to kidnap you into the ice castle of dreams—how would you… never mind.”
Finally, turning to his new guest, he said, “Am I at Kenner yet on this A-to-Z list of werewolves? I’ve lost track—so many wolves, so little distinction.” He tilted his head. “Chief Kenner is next, by the way.” It was no diabolical plan, but a direct one.
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