A few weeks ago, I uncovered the truth. All aspects of my life have exploded like a bomb, leaving debris everywhere. I'm half fox half human. Not only that I rescued my best friend Cal from a group of wolf hybrids. Let's just say they hate halfsies. Still, I'm confident about the upcoming college dance. I could picture Jenson in a suit and tie. Hopefully, my clan would keep the bandits contained until the trial. I didn't need any craziness! After that, I'd begin my training to become a guardian. It all felt like a heavy burden weighing down on me. I kept reminding myself I needed the downtime Nayla had pushed on me. Still, we owed it to Rascal to find out who killed his son. Then I could only hope it would end.