The tension on the porch was thick enough to be cut with a dull knife.
On one side stood a snarling Wolf King, a Tiger King, a clam Dragon King, and a very pregnant, very calculating human Luna.
On the other side stood Ren.
The Fox King approached the porch. The last time Roxy saw him was at the girls' party, when they went to the market, and he looked totally different.
Who knew he was actually the king of foxes?
His movements were fluid, almost choreographed. The crimson silk of his robes rippled around him, smelling of jasmine and expensive incense.
He stopped three steps, snapping his white feather fan shut with a sharp clack.
"Kings," Ren greeted, his voice a melodic purr that grated on their nerves. He looked at Kaelen with open distaste. "What an audience…"
Kaelen's lip curled back, exposing lethal canines. "What brings you here, Ren?"
Ren chuckled, a light, airy sound. "I can see what my love has been up to…."
