Druid Fox Kingdom Rising Volume 2
A Draoithe Saga Tale
Fox, also known as Duncan O'Sullivan, is a cunning fox who has lived for four hundred years alongside his loyal mate. His extensive knowledge of Druid magic means he possesses a potent tool that could benefit a new pack.
Recognizing Luke Mendez's potential as an admirable leader, Fox offers his aid to Luke and his pack. However, in exchange for his magical knowledge and admittance to the pack, Fox requests sanctuary for himself, his mate, and one companion. There's more to Fox's bargain than meets the eye.
He harbors a few secrets that could pose a significant risk to the pack, and Luke must decide whether the offered deal is worth jeopardizing his group's safety. Above all, the fate of Fox's cherished mate is at stake. It remains to be seen whether a lone fox will ultimately join forces with the pack.
Welcome to the dream…
Steamy Paranormal Romance 18+ HEA! NC! Fated Mates Urban Fantasy
***Warning: Adult Themes, Fantasy Violence, and/or Explicit Sexual Situations. Intended for a Mature Audience.
They walked back through the trees to Javier’s cabin to discuss the whole Fox situation. Javier wanted to be clear about what Luke wanted him to do and how the whole thing needed to be handled.
“Fox. First, I pick him, his mate, and a friend up at DFW. Flying in from San Diego, landing at four fifteen. Now for the important stuff. Who is Fox?” Javier asked, blunt as usual. He liked to get to the heart of matters and cut out the fluff.
Eli looked at Luke, too. It seemed like she needed information as bad as Javier did.
“Fox is Duncan O’Sullivan. He’s Irish, with flaming reddish-brown hair, freckles, and a hawkish nose. Smells like ink and parchment paper. He looks like a Fox, and he is a fox. Sly, cunning, librarian-like. Too smart. He has a slender build about five feet nine inches tall and weighs a hundred sixty pounds. Deep eyes.” Eli’s tinkling laughter interrupted Luke in his description of Fox.
“Is Javier boxing with Fox or giving the man a lift into Tyler?” She smiled, and both men laughed, although both had been serious a moment before. They indulged her.
“Cute, Eli,” Javier said, then turned serious again as he looked back at Luke.
“What about his mate?” Javier needed information.
Eli hissed playfully at Javier before focusing her attention back on Luke. “Artie is Arturista Jonsdottir. She’s Norse with pale ice-blonde hair. She’s an all-white arctic fox. Smells like snow in the pines. She’s about five feet tall and weighs a hundred pounds, soaking wet in her winter clothes. Tiny lady with slender hands. Clear grey eyes.”
“What about the friend? Any clues?” Eli asked, having lost her playfulness. Knowledge was power.
“I don’t know who it could be. Fox has connections around the world, but the friend is involved in all of this or he wouldn’t be running. He sought refuge with Fox and Artie, or he wouldn’t be traveling with them. Whatever Fox knows about this guy, Elliot, we need to hear.” Luke proposed his theory.
“My thoughts traveled the same line. This friend is running from the same enemy as the two foxes,” Javier surmised.
“What’s the plan, Boss?” Javier asked...