Theon
Folen stood up, throwing his hands to the side table, knocking over the water pitcher. "Damn foxes, it makes sense. Every single fox is nothing but conniving, tricky, and too smart for their own good. Every single one of them should be slaughtered." Folen grabbed hold of his towel that began to slip. I stood, crossing my arms.
"Not every fox, Folen. You can't automatically categorize a species that way." Shaking my head, I sat in the chair next to Evangeline; now, she was sleeping much calmer than she was before. Since the Dark War, everything has changed. Not that Folen would know, he left as soon as it was over.
"No, I mean it; the same goes for Vampires. Every one of them should be wiped out of the whole nation. That's why I left Bergarian. Too many lives were lost, and each r
