Kendra Sunderland Vixen //free\\ Direct

The loggers left the next morning. They'd tell tales of a monster. But Kendra knew the truth. She wasn't a monster. She was the Vixen. And as long as the old trees stood, she would be their sharpest tooth, their cleverest lie, and their final, unforgiving answer to those who forgot that some forests bite back.

He was wrong. The Vixen didn't need to whisper. Kendra dropped her human restraint and let the spirit unfold . She exploded from the undergrowth, not as a fox, but as a vixen —a walking conflagration of teeth, instinct, and territorial fury. Her fur crackled with the stored lightning of a hundred storms. Her snout split the air with a screech that wasn't a howl, but a command . kendra sunderland vixen

The old-growth forest of Black Hollow was a cathedral of shadows, and Kendra Sunderland was its unwilling acolyte. To the loggers in the valley, she was a myth—a flash of russet fur and amber eyes that led their work crews in maddening circles. They called her the Vixen, and they cursed her name whenever their compasses spun wild. The loggers left the next morning

The loggers dropped their chainsaws. Silas raised the sky-stone, and a beam of null-light shot out, turning ferns to gray dust. Kendra didn't dodge. She re-directed . With a twist of her lithe body, she kicked a fallen log into the beam's path. The wood didn't burn; it ceased to exist, but the distraction was enough. She wasn't a monster