I sat down on the cold bench, crossing one leg over the other. The giant newspaper acted as a perfect cover.

I didn't know who was higher on my list of creatures to kill. Denis Foxworthy, my father, or Bangkok.

Denis Foxworthy was a notorious drug pin. One of the richest fox's in the unknown world. The personal bank account to the Fox Council.

He got away with anything and everything he wanted. He was cruel and brutal, rumour had it he hunted for sport. Now he had my little brother as his slave.

Then there was my father. The shrivelling, conniving, bastard of a male who deserved to have his cold dead heart ripped out from his ass. Not throat, no no, he wasn't good enough to have his heart ripped out his throat.

Selling his own child to a creature like Denis Foxworthy was a new low, even for him. My father was a right-hand man to the Fox Council, desperate to climb the social ladder of the Fox world. My father was not a stranger to doing anything he wanted to get to the top. But selling a fifteen-year-old? I'd kill him for that.

Not to mention my meddling beast of a big brother, who had no heart at all.

The only thing saving him was giving me the information to begin with. Yet, he expects repayment and threatens to tattle to the Fox Council all in the same message. If he was so worried, why didn't he just save our little brother himself?

Oh right. He's a heartless dick who is motivated by his own ego. He doesn't care about Rey, he only cared about what the information would get him.

Who even wants to scratch someone else's back? That was disgusting.

Of course, there was the small detail, was this whole thing a trap?

I wouldn't put it past any of them.

If I showed up at Denis Foxworthy's house, the Fox council could be there waiting with Aconite wolfsbane and my name written on their knives.

But what if my brother was there? What if he had been sold into slavery and was now being hunted for sport?

I sighed, watching the creatures unload the wooden crates from the truck.

If it was any other sibling, I would have laughed and thanked the dead goddess for their unfortunate circumstances.

But it wasn't any other sibling. It was Rey, my baby brother. The only sibling alive that I liked.

I never went looking for my siblings. I never tried to get in contact with any of them. The main reason being I hated all of them.

But Rey always had a special place in my heart. My partner in crime. My shotgun rider. The sidekick to my superhero.

Or villain. Depended on who was looking at it.

Nothing changed the fact that I would kill anyone that touched my baby brother.

I turned the page in my newspaper as clouds covered the twilight sky giving the large home an eerie vibe.

The weather had been threatening rain all day. Dark clouds spent the whole day slowly covering the old city. Patrons hurried on the sidewalks from a long day at work, trying to beat the raindrops home.

The home replicated an old stone castle. High peaks and stone walls, green ivy growing all over. Lucious trimmed gardens surrounding the castle. A black iron fence ran the property.

The front of the castle was right in the middle of the city, but the back was on the cover of the large famous park. The dense forest providing the perfect protection for a fox on a run to stretch his legs.

Only the trained eye would notice one hundred and fifty-seven cameras that watched the gate with suspicious eyes. Or the sixteen hired gunmen that prowled up and down the fence. A normal person would never notice how the fence buzzed so slightly with electricity.

I couldn't help but wonder if they amped up their security recently. Especially if they knew the Silver Fox might make an appearance for her baby brother.

Of course, all the security wouldn't be enough.

And none of them would notice the female watching them from across the street.

A nice black car slowly drove down the road.

I smirked as the car pulled up, parking right in front of me.

I couldn't just walk through Denis Foxworthy's front gate. No, that would be too noticeable.

The window rolled down, the driver smirked as he looked me over, lustfully. "Hey foxy lady, did you get your license suspended? Because you're driving me crazy."

I rolled my eyes, getting into the back seat. "No, my licence was suspended for running over the last guy that said that to me with my car."

The shifting vulture tried to hide his wince, putting his hands up in surrender.

I leaned over his seat and handed him the concoction. "Take this."

He opened the vial and sniffed it. "What is it?"

"It takes away your scent," I explained. "It makes everyone around think you're human."

He slurped it down, trying to cover the burn. He cleared his throat casually. Though, it wasn't casual at all.

I rolled my eyes, chuckling.

Naseem was a total asshole, with the ego to match. But he did know how to come through. Not many creatures were brave enough to fly across the world to step into the heart of the fox world.

"All you have to do is drive through the gate, hand them the invitation, and drop me off," I told him again. 

He pulled the car back onto the road, his eyes glancing dangerously close to the v of my tight black dress. "And there is no way I can change your mind for a late-night dinner date?"

"No." I sighed, trying desperately to remember that he was helping me.

"And there is no way you are going to tell me what this is all about?"

"Nope."

"And you are sure this is a good idea?"

I smirked. "It's just like going home."

"Wasn't the last time you were home, everyone tried to kill you?"

"Details, details." I waved him away. "Besides, it's not like they're going to know it's me."

I had rid my natural scent the second I stepped foot in London. I still smelt like a fox, but nothing like Vienna Fox.

I didn't plan on standing out.

"And I will assume you're not going to tell me what got you in such a serious mood?"

"No," I said.

Because this wasn't a normal job.

The stakes were much higher because if I failed, it wasn't my head hanging but my little brother's too. 

Naseem pulled up to the gate, not bothering to ask again. Even he could sense my mood.

One of the armed guards walked up to his window. He tapped on it hard and loud with his knuckles.

Naseem rolled it down, his face straight as he handed the guard the invitation.

He read it while walking around the car, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

I stayed silent in the back as the guard nodded his head, signalling for the car to pass through the gate.

The only way into the extravagant party was by personal invitation.

Clearly, Vienna Fox wouldn't have been invited so I had to find another way to get in.

I chose my target perfectly. A male that no one would notice if he never showed up. A male that would be far too scared to tell Denis Foxworthy that he had his invitation stolen by some random woman looking for his wallet.

No, I wasn't going to walk through the gate, but I was going to walk through the front door.

"You sure you don't need backup? I don't want you to get hurt." He winked.

I played with the ends of my black hair. "If you took one step inside that house, those foxes would play with your mind the same way a cat plays with a baby bird."

Naseem gulped.

Good.

Naseem was not a coward. He had been a personal guard for the prince for a long time. His yellow-brown skin covered a thick layer of muscle that had been earned the hard way.

But Naseem was not stupid either. He knew the danger that hid behind those doors.

"I'm not going to lie, you being quiet scares the shit out of me."

I cocked my head. "I should always scare the shit out of you."

"Oh, you do. More than anyone else. But you always look like your about to blow the world up. Tonight you look like you're going to make it rot."

I kept my eyes on the foxes that walked around the architecture. "If I get my way, I will."

"But we haven't even gone on one date." He said sadly. "When are you going to agree to go on a date with me?"

I smirked. "Probably never."

"Come on, Vienna. What is the harm in one date?"

"Sorry, I'm actually in a very serious relationship with an Alpha wolf. He's very territorial and possessive, wouldn't want you to get hurt." I joked.

He rolled his eyes as he pulled up to the front door.

Two male foxes with black collars around their necks stood in attendance.

"If I'm not out past two, leave without me," I told him.

One of the foxes opened the back door for me.

Without a second thought for Naseem, I flipped my hair and stepped out, my eyes flashing silver.

I didn't even bat an eye as I walked straight into the foxes den.