A Fox Arrived At Our Door With A Note Around Its Neck — The Signature Changed My Life Forever

was a small pouch.

The fox tilted its head.

Watching.

Waiting.

A strange chill crawled across my skin.

“That isn’t normal,” Ben said quietly.

“No kidding.”

Neither of us moved.

Every instinct told me something was wrong. Not dangerous exactly. Just wrong.

Like reality had shifted a few inches without warning.

Finally Ben stepped forward.