Rise to Power: Part 2: The Festival of the Silver Crescent Moon: Silver Foxes, #13

By M.R. Anglin

Finally reunited with her family, Xena endeavors to do what she can to rebuild Expermia. But everyone is looking to her—the only Silver Fox in existence—to lead them to greatness, a task she feels woefully unprepared for. What's more, word is King Maximilian is coming to visit the country. Can Xena prove herself a leader and temper Expermian specism and her own fear of Max to restore Expermia to greatness? Or will Max bring about another, more devastating invasion—and return her to the labs in the process?

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.R. Anglin
• Release date: Feb 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215125564

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Chapter 1

G ood morning, Miss Grand Councilwoman, Taira said in a chipper tone while handing Xena her morning tea. A tone which grated at Xena’s ears.

Xena forced a smile and tried not to let annoyance show on her face. It wasn’t Taira’s fault the endless meetings and stresses of running a country weighed down on Xena’s shoulders more and more as time went on. Taira’s smile had always been a constant welcome in the mornings when Xena came in, and thanks to her Xena was always prepared for anything that came next. She couldn’t have asked for a better office manager.

Morning. Xena took the offered tea. Flowersuckle as always. Sniffing the floral fragrance calmed her nerves a bit. She took a sip and sighed. Now she was ready to face the day. What do I have on my plate today?

Taira’s smile slithered across her face. Contract meetings. Lots of them.

Contracts? Xena set her tea on the saucer. I thought we finished with all of the construction paperwork last week. All the contractors were hired and stuff . . . at least I thought they were . . .

These are . . . a different sort of contracts. Taira paced back to her desk. Technically, they are not on your schedule, but . . . She turned to Xena. I know you don’t know much about our national culture, so would you allow me to speak frankly?

Go ahead. Xena took another sip of her tea.

You do not want to insult these people. Taira smacked one hand into another. They are the upper elite of Expermia, and it’s their right to come see you with their problems. If you get on their bad sides, you’ll effectively derail your political career. They can ruin you. Grand Councilwoman Lirai knew this which is why she held them close.

Not exactly looking to follow her example, but . . . Xena heaved a sigh. What you’re saying is I have to figure out how to stoke their egos while rejecting them . . . perfect.

Maybe; maybe not. Taira waved her head with her options. Depends on what you’re looking for. She studied Xena with a mysterious smirk.

I better get ready for it, then. Thanks. With another sip of tea, Xena headed back to her office. She started as she entered.

An older fox and an older vixen—both around her mother’s age—sat next to a fox who looked to be around Hunter’s age, or maybe one or two years older. All three sat facing her desk. They looked up as she walked in.

I am so sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be waiting for me. Xena studied them as she walked to her desk. How odd. The contract negotiators she had met with before didn’t come with so many Representatives. You’re here about a contract, right?

Precisely, Miss Grand Councilwoman. The fox raised his chin as she took her seat. My name is Geraird Mainten.

Of Mainten Construction? Xena asked.

Geraird’s brows shot up in pleased surprise. Why, yes!

I recognized the name. Xena grinned, happy she could connect the dots without anyone’s help. We accepted several of your company’s bids for the reconstruction projects. So, what can I do for you? She flattened an ear. We finished signing all the contracts a few weeks ago. In fact, the building out back . . . your company is finished with it, right? I’m afraid I don’t know why you’re here.

Please, my lady, I was about to get to it. Geraird motioned to the vixen next to him. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Arlean.

She bowed. A pleasure.

Hi. Xena gave a small wave.

Geraird motioned to the fox next. And my son, Jeraire.

Jeraire bowed in turn. How do you do, Miss Grand Councilwoman?

Hi. Xena gave a little nod. So they were family? Now she was really confused.

Jeraire, here, is my middle boy. Geraird puffed out his chest, He is set to take over the family business. He has a head for numbers where my eldest doesn’t. Fairen loves law and such, so it’s not as if he’s anything to sneeze at, but . . . He raised his chin. Jeraire is an upstanding young man, well looked up to by his peers, and I put him in charge of the Capital Residence construction project.

I am relishing the challenge, Miss Grand Councilwoman. Jeraire placed his hands on his knees and bowed.

Xena gave them a smile. She had no clue what any of this had to do with the contracts they had signed but decided to be polite. I’m sure you’re doing a bang up job, Jeraire.

Thank you, he said.

Silence fell. The four looked at each other, each waiting for the other to speak. Xena squirmed in her seat. This was getting awkward.

Arlean broke the silence. Not to mention, Miss Grand Councilwoman, the Mainten family is a well-respected and ancient Expermian family. Our average SF index is 19%. She chuckled. Not that it has much to do with you, I suppose. I have been meaning to meet with you outside of business hours in a more informal setting, but you don’t seem to frequent any of the elite hot spots . . . such as they are in these dire times.

I’ve been kinda busy. Xena tapped her hands on her desk.

To be sure, to be sure. Arlean waved her hand. Which is why I didn’t want to take up your time during business hours. But my husband insisted. You know how men are.

Sure, Xena said though she had no idea what Arlean was going on about. Or any of them. At the risk of sounding stupid, what does all this have to do with the construction contracts we signed?

It has nothing to do with those. Geraird slid a file over to Xena. It has to do with the contract we’re proposing today.

We already dealt with all the contracts. All the construction jobs are taken.

Geraird and Arlean exchanged a glance—their brows furrowed.

Pardon me, Miss Grand Councilwoman. Jeraire leaned forward a bit. "This is my contract. It has nothing to do with the construction jobs. I hired my own lawyers and drew it up myself." He puffed his chest.

If it’s not for construction, what is it fo— Xena flipped open the file and froze mid-sentence. It became obvious in a span of seconds—a rich, powerful Expermian family promoting their son and their family heritage to her. And he was her age. Contractual age.

Proposal for the Matrimonial Joining of Jeraire Mainten and Xenatha Sinclaire.

She flipped the file closed. This is a marriage contract.

Of course, Miss Grand Councilwoman. Geraird smiled at her. Was I not clear? My deepest apologies.

I’m sure you’ll find my proposal to be very generous, Miss Sinclaire. Jeraire sat up taller. "My lawyers and I have discussed every clause ad nauseam. You may, of course, feel free to speak with your lawyers. I am flexible."

Oh . . . my gosh. Okay, um. Wait. Hold on. Pause. Xena tapped her fingers on the file. I can’t accept this. I’m 15 years old, so I can’t sign. I’m a minor.

Arlean blinked. We certainly intend for you to discuss this with your mother. Feel free to mention my name. Karalaina and I went to school together.

How nice . . . um . . . Xena took a deep breath. Here’s the thing, though. I have a boyfriend—Hairo Permaine. So . . .

I don’t mind, Jeraire said.

Xena turned to him. What?

It’s fine if you have a boyfriend, Jeraire said. I have several female friends. I’m sure we’ll all become very good chums when all is said and done. I have been meaning to introduce myself to Hairo, actually.

Xena gaped at him for a moment. That’s right! She buried her face in her hands. Expermians don’t understand those terms.

Unless . . . Geraird leaned forward. Have you already signed a contract with Mr. Permaine, Miss Sinclaire?

N-no! Xena picked up her head. He . . . hasn’t even asked. Her ears fell. He hadn’t asked, and she didn’t even know if she wanted him to. She still couldn’t tell if she loved him or not.

Then I don’t see the problem. Geraird sat back in his chair, satisfied.

Uh, but . . . I  . . . Xena gaped at the contract. How was she supposed to get out of this without hurting anyone’s feelings?

Arlean heaved a sigh. Now, there. See? She turned to her husband. Didn’t I tell you we shouldn’t rush? No one likes to be put on the spot.

I wanted to be the first. Geraird crossed his arms. The last thing we want is for Jeraire to get lost in a sea of names. You heard Ivaine the other day.

True, true. Arlean nodded.

Xena’s jaw dropped. Others? There would be others? Taira did mention a bunch of unscheduled contract meetings today. Were they all . . . ?

Still, we don’t want to make nuisances of ourselves. Geraird stood. Miss Sinclaire, thank you for your time.

S-sure, Xena said.

I trust, Miss Sinclaire, you will find my proposal more than satisfactory. Jeraire stood and bowed.

Yeah . . . Xena said.

Why don’t you review it with your mother, and us three ladies can get together to discuss it? Arlean stood and put her purse over her shoulder. Perhaps next week? Over tea?

Sure. I  . . . oh, wait, um . . . Xena tapped her desk. I don’t know about next week. Taira handles my schedule, so . . .

I’ll schedule it with her, then. Arlean headed to the door.

Thank you again, Miss Sinclaire. Geraird bowed.

All three of them exited the office.

Xena flopped back against the pillows she had propped up as a back rest. Her eyes fell on the file. A proposal. A literal proposal. Of marriage. She groaned.

Hunter is going to going to be so mad, she said, and buried her face in her arm.

Chapter 2

A ren’t you ready yet ? Caileb turned to his brother. We can’t be late. This is our first day of our new assignment.

Just about. Though Jaicob had dressed in his uniform, he was lying on his back in bed. He had his eyes fixed a cube he was turning over and over in his hands.

Caileb watched his brother fiddle with his toy. One would think you had no respect for the Elite Blue the way you’re wrinkling it.

It’s no-wrinkle fabric. Jaicob cocked his head as he examined the cube. I tested it as soon as we got them.

Caileb crossed his arms. Doesn’t mean you can disrespect it.

Jaicob responded by sitting up in bed. His eyes remained glued to the cube.

Better than nothing, I guess. Caileb smacked his brother’s feet. Get ready. We’ll be late.

We have plenty of time.

Caileb walked to the mirror to fix his hair. I want to talk to the team before we have to present ourselves to the Grand Councilwoman. We need to go over our strategy to protect her when all the Expermians return. Now put that thing away and let’s go. He peered at the cube Jaicob fiddled with. What is that, anyway?

Dunno. Jaicob turned it over until Caileb saw a blue orb on top. "I found it on my dresser this morning. Remember how Papai used to leave all sorts of surprises on the dresser for us when we were kits? I suppose he’s at it again."

"Not for us—for you, and it wasn’t Papai who did it. Let me see it." Caileb reached for it.

Jaicob snatched it away. Are you going to hide it and throw it out when I’m not looking?

If it’s dangerous, yes. Caileb plucked it away from Jaicob’s grasp and studied it. Metal with circuitry all over its surface. Though Caileb’s mind churned, he couldn’t fathom the cube’s function. What does it do?

Not a clue. Jaicob climbed to his feet. Been fiddling with it all morning, but I can’t make ears or tail out of it. I’m afraid to activate it.

Hm? Caileb cocked his head.

Jaicob pointed to the black button on the underside.

Caileb bit his lip and pushed the button. It engaged with a satisfying click, but nothing happened. The orb glowed blue, but that’s it.

Jaicob chuckled. You just blew up a planet somewhere.

Wasn’t a useful planet, then. Caileb handed it back to him. I don’t see how it can pose a danger to anyone.

Hey. Jaicob’s ears stood straight up. What’s that?

What’s what?

Jaicob’s ears swiveled back and forth. Do you . . . hear that?

Hear what?

I don’t know. Jaicob turned in a circle, his eyes wandering the room. The air sounds different. Something’s missing.

Wait! I hear it! Caileb stepped close to Jaicob. I know what it is.

Jaicob leaned in close. What?

Silence. Caileb smacked the back of his brother’s head. It’s what happens when you shut your pie hole and get ready!

Good one. Jaicob rubbed the back of his head. With one last look at the cube, he chucked it over his shoulder. Piece of junk.

Caileb opened the lockbox where he kept his pistol, loaded a laser cartridge into it, and slipped it into his holster. There. Ready for action. 

Crap!

We are never going to get out of here on time. Caileb let his shoulders slump. What is it now?

My gun’s shot, Jaicob said, examining his weapon. Pun intended.

What’s wrong with it?

Not sure. Jaicob aimed it between Caileb’s ears. Hold still.

It’s on stun, right?

I wouldn’t point it at you if it weren’t.

Caileb stood straight and still, though he rolled his eyes. Somehow, this was Jaicob’s favorite method of testing his weapons. He had never hit Caileb . . . well, he had once. Caileb still had a nick on his ear where Jaicob shot him. Why Caileb allowed him to do this after that incident was beyond him. He told himself he trusted his brother and left it at that.

Jaicob pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. That’s what I thought. It’s shot. I’m going to have to fix it pronto.

Strange. Caileb approached. You take such good care of your weapon.

Let me see yours.

Caileb tossed it to him.

Jaicob narrowed his eyes as he examined the gun. Yours is shot too.

What?

Jaicob aimed it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Nothing.

What’s wrong with them? Caileb snatched it back. How did it break? I tested it yesterday!

I’d have to take them apart to find out. Jaicob set his weapon back in its lockbox. I don’t have time right now. I’ll do it tonight.

Unbelievable! Caileb ran his hands through his hair. We’ll have to borrow from the armory today.

I hate those things. Jaicob flung his head back. They don’t have the same sort of feel to ‘em. I’ll make do with my crowd-splitter.

You most certainly will not ‘make do!’ Caileb crossed his arms. We’re protecting Miss Sinclaire.

Point. Jaicob pointed at him. "Then I’m going to borrow one of Papai’s for the day."

Hurry up, Caileb said.

Sure, sure. Jaicob waved his hand as he went out. As he reached the door, he halted. I just figured out what’s missing.

Caileb rolled his eyes. Enlighten me.

It’s the electronic hum from the guns. Jaicob grinned at Caileb. It must have stopped when the guns quit working.

I didn’t notice they made a noise, Caileb said.

Ah, but they do. Jaicob winked and walked out of the room.

Caileb set his own weapon back in the lockbox and furrowed his eyebrows. If Jaicob was correct, it meant their guns stopped working a few minutes ago. But why? He knew he and Jaicob took top care of their weapons . . . almost spoiling them with care and cleaning. So what would cause them to spontaneously break?

Oh, well. He didn’t have time to think about it now. If they didn’t leave, they would be late for the most important assignment of their lives. He’d just have to make sure Jaicob solved the mystery tonight to guarantee it would never happen again.

Chapter 3

Being the Grand Councilwoman did have its perks. Xena sat on soft pillows underneath a temporary canopy while two vixens stood on either side of her to fan her with palm leaves, keeping up a constant, cooling breeze. A fox stood nearby ready to jump up and get her a cool something to drink. In fact, at this moment, she had a glass of iced flowersuckle tea with lemon. Her new favorite. She had no idea where they had gotten the ice, nor did she care. This drink was the most refreshing thing she had ever tasted in a while.

Hunter sat next to her, sipping on an orange colored drink that smelled like fruits. Not bad, huh?

Yeah . . . Xena gazed at her iced tea. Though, do you think we’re being awful?

Awful how?

We’ve got Expermians living in tents and stuff while we’re sitting here drinking iced tea. Xena took a long sip. And it’s so good.

I see your point . . . Hunter gazed at his drink. Think of it as a reward for all the hard work we’ve been doing on the people’s behalf. Pretty soon, everyone will have their homes rebuilt and have the opportunity to have their own iced teas.

I guess you’re right. Xena raised her glass. This is for you, Expermia. May it be someday soon everyone will be able to raise a glass in their own houses. She took another sip.

Hunter smiled at her. You’re incredible, Z.

Why do you say that?

Only you would think this way. Hunter swirled his stirrer in his drink. It’s why you’re making a fine Grand Councilwoman.

I don’t feel like it sometimes. Xena lowered her ears. There’s so much to take care of.

I can tell you’re getting overwhelmed. Hunter set his glass down. Which is why I arranged it so we can do this outside. You need a mental break.

I need more than a mental one. Xena heaved a sigh. Today has been crazy. I’ve had so many unscheduled contract meetings with elite Expermians I can’t insult.

Hunter hissed in a breath through his teeth. I was wondering why your office was getting so much traffic today. But . . . I thought we dealt with all the contracts we had to sign last week.

About that. Xena tapped her nails on the glass. Hunter—

Hold that thought, Z. Here comes Sergeant Cotle.

As if on cue, Sergeant Cotle, the commanding officer of her body guard . . . or so the memo said, approached. My lady, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule for us. We promise not to take up too much of it.

Don’t worry about it. Xena waved her hand. I’m glad to get out of the office for a while.

Allow me to introduce the individuals who will be in charge of your safety and security. Feel free to call on anyone of them should you need aid.

Okay. Xena nodded.

Cotle stomped his feet, put a hand to his mouth, and gave a yell resembling words.

In response, a familiar sounding voice called, Security detail, sound off! followed by a series of ten voices. Each one rattled off a name Xena would not remember. She did, however, catch two names among them: Cunor and Pospquet.

Forward march! said the first voice.

Xena leaned over to Hunter. Isn’t that Caileb?

Hunter, his mouth full of juice, only nodded.

A line of ten soldiers in blue and silver uniforms marched into view. Each of them carried a long rifle. Not all of them were civilian soldiers, but all of them looked to be under 20 years of age. There were seven foxes and three vixens in the line. At the end of the line stood Jaicob, and marching in front of them was Caileb.

Company halt! Caileb called when they were in front of Xena, and the group stomped and halted. Caileb stood facing the line, with his back to her. Left face! The entire group turned to her. Present arms! The entire group lifted their weapons.

Caileb turned to her and saluted.

This, Sergeant Cotle said, is your security detail. The best civilian and active soldiers we could find. With your permission, Cadet Corporal Cunor will introduce them.

Xena smiled. Sure.

Cadet Corporal. Cotle nodded at Caileb.

Caileb marched toward Xena and stomped his right foot as he stopped. Cadet Corporal Caileb Cunor, Civilian Officer, under your command, ma’am. At your command is your night security detail: Cammerstain, Nalwal, Sepperstan, Alterwol as secondary officer, and Ecknaine as night leader. At each of their names, the soldiers stepped forward, saluted, and stepped back in line. Your day time detail is as follows: Atain, Napin, Catternal, Mailor, Cunor, J., Pospquet, as secondary officer, and myself as junior commanding officer. With another stomp, he stepped back closer to the line of troops.

That was cool. Xena gazed at them all. The soldiers stood still and silent, as if waiting for her to say something. It’s nice to meet you all.

My lady, Cotle said. I will now leave you in their very capable hands. If you have any problems or concerns, don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ll never be too far.

Xena nodded. Thank you.

Cotle saluted, turned, and walked away, leaving Xena with a line of immobile soldiers.

At ease, Hunter said.

The soldiers set their weapon with the butts to the ground so that the barrel pointed to the sky. As one, they stood with a hand behind their backs and their legs apart.

Thank you guys so much for volunteering to do this. Xena stood. I feel safer already. Let’s not be so formal, okay? I’m ‘Xena’ to you, or ‘Miss Sinclaire’ if you don’t feel comfy with my first name. I hope I never need your services, but I’m glad you’re here just in case. She smiled at them, but none of them moved.

With your permission, ma’am, I would like to send the soldiers to their posts, Caileb said.

Sure, Xena said.

Caileb clapped his hands. Nighttime crew, you are dismissed. Daytime crew, to your posts.

The line of soldiers relaxed and broke the line. They smiled and waved at Xena before drifting away. Some even stopped to shake her hand.

Hi, I’m Catternal. Josaine Catternal. One of the vixens thrust herself in front of her peers to pump Xena’s hands. I’ve been dying to meet you, Miss Grand Councilwoman.

"You’re dying to meet me? I’m so glad to meet you. Xena took Catternal’s hands. I don’t know why, but it never dawned on me a vixen would be part of my security crew. That is so cool! I can’t wait to get to know you."

Catternal gave her a huge smile. We should totally hang out.

Sounds fabulous! Xena said in a tone that sounded a bit like Mira.

Kitty’s got a new best friend. Jaicob sang as he sauntered over. Better get to your post before Cai gets all bent out of shape, though. He jerked a thumb at Caileb who spoke to Sergeant Cotle.

Good looking out, J. Catternal smiled at Xena. My post for this afternoon is at the front entrance. If you ever need anything, I’m your gal.

I’ll remember that.

Catternal gave a two-fingered salute and trotted off.

She seems nice. Xena held her hands behind her back.

She is, but we call her ‘Kitty’ for a reason. Watch out when the claws come out. Jaicob curled his fingers into claws.

Isn’t that a bit specist, Jaicob? Xena frowned. I know cats personally, and . . . She paused as a picture of a certain cat from Justin’s Ridge came to mind. Sighing, Xena tilted her head to the side, Actually, it’s pretty accurate.

Hunter smirked. Thinking of Annie?

How’d you guess? Xena said.

I’ll pretend I understood any of that. Jaicob held out his rifle. Now where can I put this stupid thing?

Caileb beckoned to a civilian soldier standing nearby as he approached Jaicob. Can you return these to the ammunitions room, please? He and Jaicob gave them the rifles. And collect them from the rest of the team.

They’re not yours? Xena said.

Those were display models. Caileb watched the young soldier-in-training trot off. For ceremonial use only.

The real ones are used in combat, but we’re too young for that—at least until we turn 18 in a few weeks. Either way, I like ol’ Betsy for real time assignments. Jaicob patted his holster. His ears fell. But she’s sick, so I’m using her mom, Bobette.

Xena blinked. Oh-kay. That’s . . . special. She turned to Caileb. I’m so glad you guys are going to be around me. Everyone’s so nice. I was afraid I’d get some serious, old military geezer.

Have you met Caileb? Jaicob said, and Xena and Hunter snickered.

Funny. Caileb’s ears pricked forward. Who’s that?

A vixen in military uniform approached. She saluted. My lady, the Outsider officer, Major Appatasan, wishes to speak to you.

Anything to prevent me from doing more work. Xena turned to follow her. Coming, Hunter?

You know it. Hunter kept in step behind her.

This is it, Jake. Caileb smacked his brother’s chest with the back of his hand. Game on.

On it, Jaicob said.

Shaking her head, Xena smiled as she followed the vixen. Knowing those two had her back made her feel as if nothing could ever harm her.

Sort of like how she felt around J.R.

Chapter 4

The vixen led her to the one story building which had been under construction since Xena had arrived but had finally been completed. The courtyard remained unplanted for now, but Xena saw places for grass, flowers, and a newly poured concrete pathway. The start of a fountain also took shape among the progressing landscaping.

Next to the building stood a six story structure which looked to be close to completion. Xena smiled as she walked toward the finished building. Once the Expermians got organized and worked together, they could produce amazing feats in a small period of time. And things were bound to move faster once the refugees returned. Still it would take months for Expermia to be rebuilt to its former glory.

A single counter with a receptionist podium was the only thing inside the building’s open space, though the area past the receptionist’s station had room for a gigantic crowd. Even this front space could hold forty or fifty people.

What do you think, Z? Hunter placed his hands on his hips. Not furnished yet, but it’s pretty good, huh?

It’s a nice building. Xena gazed around at the space. What’s it for?

This will be the receiving hall for all guests. Hunter turned in a circle while stretching his arms out. There’s also a multipurpose room back there, a kitchen, and lots of other spaces.

A receiving area? Xena flattened her ears. For what?

The Capital Residences—the building next door. Hunter pointed in the direction of the almost finished building Xena had seen. It’s going to be your new house.

Xena halted. The whole thing?

Just the top floor, Hunter said.

Though, if you would like the whole thing, I’m sure it can be arranged, Caileb said, holding his hands behind his back.

No, no. Xena waved her hands. One floor is fine . . . it’s more than fine. She ran her hands over her hair. Geez! A whole floor?

People in the know want you to move there as soon as possible so they can bother you at all hours of the night, Hunter said with a smirk.

I won’t let it happen, Miss Sinclaire. Caileb narrowed his eyes. "I’ll make sure the night time follows a strict ‘lights out’ policy. No one can come to see you past a certain hour unless it’s an emergency. Grammai Lirai had one in place."

Xena gazed around the building. If I’m getting the entire top floor, who’s getting the rest?

The bottom floor will be the lobby, offices for building managers, and maintenance, Caileb said, counting on his fingers.

Second floor is for security. Hunter jerked a thumb at Caileb and Jaicob. It’ll be an HQ of sorts for your security detail, and they’ll have dorms in case they have to spend the night for whatever reason.

The third floor is kitchen and dining, and the fourth is for your guests, Caileb said. The Representatives will be housed there when they come.

The fifth floor is for Council Members and Trainers. Hunter popped his collar. You’ll be staying on there until the final floor is finished. They need more time.

We want it to be resplendent for you, Caileb said.

It might be good for me to stay here. Xena nodded. I think Daddy is uncomfortable with me traveling back and forth between the house and the city what with all that travel time through uninhabited wastes.

"I’m uncomfortable with it to be honest, Hunter said. It’s why I fast-tracked this project."

So in the end this is another ploy to keep me safe. Xena jerked a thumb at Jaicob. What? Jaicob toting a gun isn’t enough?

Jaicob followed after her in silence with his ears pricked.

It is not wise for you to be traveling at night. Caileb crossed his arms. Without the city lights, wild animals are venturing closer to the city. Even traiungai are starting to wander close to our homes.

They always did that, though not in so large a number. Hunter said. All you have to do is lock up your garbage and plant kaitcha to keep them away.

Caileb eyed him. Unfortunately, we are sorely lacking gardens at the moment.

You don’t need a garden to plant a weed, Hunter said.

But you do need walls to keep pests out, Caileb said.

True, true. Hunter nodded. All those homestead farms probably aren’t helping.

What’s up with Jaicob? Xena examined him. He hasn’t spoken since we got in here. It’s disturbing.

Depends on who you ask. Caileb smirked. "Nothing is wrong with him. He’s in the zone, so to speak. The game is on. We are supposed to be meeting with an Outsider, after all."

Yes, and not to interrupt, said the vixen, but he is waiting for us. This way.

Sorry. Xena followed after her. I guess we got caught up in conversation.

Not a problem, Miss Grand Councilwoman. The vixen smiled at her. Take all the time you like. It isn’t urgent.

Xena returned the smile, but inside she frowned. Would this vixen be so accommodating if it wasn’t an Outsider they were going to meet? Somehow Xena doubted it.

The vixen led them through the receiving area and to the multi-purpose room behind it. A large statue stood in the middle of this space, though it was covered in tarps and still being worked on. She led them across the room, through the door on the far side, down a hallway, and finally arrived to a room painted white. The floor was made of white stone—cool to the touch. All the windows had been left open, and a breeze flowed through the space. Even so, the air temperature hovered 10-15˚ F cooler than the air outside.

It’s nice in here. Xena closed her eyes and relished the cool air blowing through her fur. It’s so cool. I’m starting to get goose bumps.

Don’t need air conditioning if you know how to build for a desert. Hunter ran his hands along the wall.

I’d still like it, though, Xena said.

The vixen that led her in bowed at her. The Major will join you shortly, ma’am.

Why are we meeting him in here? Xena turned around. Not that I mind being out of the office, but wouldn’t that have been more appropriate?

He has a guest with him, Miss Sinclaire, who is not used to the heat, the vixen said. Captain Cunor said you’d appreciate us accommodating him, and this is the coolest room we could offer.

"That’s just like Papai," Caileb muttered.

And you know what; I do appreciate it. Xena smiled at the vixen. Thank you.

The vixen bowed and retreated.

A guest? Hunter turned to Caileb. I wasn’t aware of any guests arriving. Were you?

Caileb crossed his arms. There’s a lot that goes on in the Outsider camp we know nothing about. Stay frosty, Jake.

Always, Jaicob said.

Xena blinked. Even his voice sounded serious. She was about to comment on it when Jaicob held up his hand to stop her. He eyes zeroed in on the door.

The doorknob turned and Major Appatasan, a coyote—the same one J.R. had spotted watching Xena throw the Councilmembers in Hunter’s video—walked in. With him came a dog-fox hybrid. The Major’s guest stood tall with his hands behind his back. Though sweat dripped off of his fur and whiskers, nothing indicated the heat bothered him at all. He wore an olive green and brown uniform—Drymairadian colors.

All at once, it dawned on Xena that she wasn’t wearing an image-generator. She wore no long sleeves—nothing to hide her fur. After all this time among Expermians, she had forgotten to hide her fur before meeting a stranger from another country.

And what a someone to meet. She took a step back as the guest walked in. She knew his face—it was the same guard who had delivered a brunch invitation to Kathra back on the Isle. He worked for Max.

Stifling a whimper, Xena stepped behind Hunter.

Well, Major? he said. What did you have to show me?

The Major, with a big smile on his face, motioned to Xena. Royal Captain Stetson, sir, let me introduce you to the new Grand Councilwoman of Expermia.

Grand Councilwoman? Stetson turned his full attention to Xena. His eyes studied her up and down. "You’re the Grand Councilwoman? How old are you, young lady?"

Xena couldn’t keep her ears from falling back. Almost 16. She took another step behind Hunter and tried to look like she wasn’t hiding.

Isn’t that a little young to be running a country? Stetson gazed at the people in the room. Actually, all of you are young.

It’s not unusual. Hunter stepped between Stetson and Xena. We Expermians are expected to start our careers about her age.

I see. Stetson turned his eyes back to Xena. Do I know you? You look familiar.

Xena ducked behind Hunter and shook her head.

I do. Stetson studied her for a moment. You are the sister of the white vixen the king and queen met on the Isle. He gave her a warm, brotherly smile. You slammed the door in my face.

Did I? Xena ducked her head.

You did. Stetson chuckled. Not a very friendly gesture, I’m afraid. His ears pointed. How did you end up as Grand Councilwoman?

Um . . . it was . . . kind of an accident . . . Xena bit her lips together.

An accident?

Yeah . . . Xena rubbed her arm. Long story.

Stetson pressed his lips together and crossed his arms. I do not understand Expermia at all. He gave her another smile. Perhaps someday you can explain it to me.

Xena bit her lips and nodded. He seemed nice enough.

With a nod, Stetson turned to the major. His smile disappeared. This is fascinating, but it was hardly worth a trip out here at taxpayer’s expense.

But, sir, don’t you see? Appatasan motioned to Xena. Her fur!

It is exceptionally shiny—even more so than the queen’s. Stetson gave Xena a once-over. I noticed it, but I wasn’t sure if it was polite to comment. You have beautiful fur, young lady.

Thank you. Xena held her hand behind her back but didn’t make eye contact.

Sir, it’s not just shiny. It’s silver! Appatasan held his arms out. What we have here is a genuine Silver Fox, sir.

A . . . Silver Fox? Stetson raised an eyebrow.

Yes, sir.

The ones from the myth? With the lightning and the flying and such.

Exactly.

Stetson stared at Appatasan.

I know it’s hard to believe. I wouldn’t have believed it either if I didn’t see what she could do. Appatasan pointed at Xena. You want to know why they made her their leader? Because she lifted the entire Council into the air and threw them across the room without even touching them. I watched her do it.

She . . . she what? Stetson turned to Xena.

Xena looked at Stetson with the blankest expression she could muster. Deny everything.

N-no! D-don’t do that. Appatasan approached Xena. Don’t deny it. S-show him what you can do. It was amazing!

Xena flinched away from him and gave a little whimper.

Boy, this desert heat can be murder, Hunter said, also taking a step between Xena and the Major.

What? the Major stared at the two of them. Why are you doing this? He swung around to Stetson. I’m a trained officer with decades of combat experience. I know what I saw, sir.

It’s very sad when grown adults try to pin their fantasies on children, Caileb said in a flat tone. What can I expect from Outsiders? They don’t see us as more than scapegoats and naïve kits.

Xena felt rather than saw Stetson staring at her. His gaze pierced through all her deceptions. Any moment now he would call his troops to capture her and bring her back to Max. Caileb and Jaicob would try to stop them, but they wouldn’t be enough. She’d be back in Max’s lab, and then the experiments and injections . . .

Her breath started to come in short, and a real whimpers escaped her. She clutched onto Hunter’s arm.

Calm down, Z. Hunter stroked her hand. It’s alright.

But was it? He wouldn’t be able to stop Stetson from taking her away. She be on her way to Max’s clutches any minute now.

Any minute now.

Enough, Major. Stetson put his hand in his pocket. I will speak with you back at the base. He made his way to the door and paused. I apologize for this, Miss Grand Councilwoman. Some people can’t grasp the concept of a teenager in charge.

Xena looked at him. Had it worked? It really worked? Her heart settled a bit. I’m glad you do.

I can’t see how you have anything to hide. Stetson whirled around and flung something round and silver at her.

Xena shrieked. Clenching her eyes shut, she held up her hands and built up her field to stop whatever weapon it was he had thrown.

Her field dissipated. Xena’s heart froze. She felt her electricity running along her fur, but instead of an orderly current, it bounced along her fur every which way. So that was it. The weapon he had thrown must have interrupted her electricity somehow. Soon, Hunter, Caileb, and Jaicob would be overwhelmed, and Stetson would drag her back to Max as a trophy. And J.R. was too far away to help her—

Hold, barked Caileb.

Xena opened one eye and then the other. Several things came to her attention at once. First, she noted Hunter had two fingers pressed into the space between her neck and shoulder and held constant pressure there. Second, Caileb had his hand in front of her face. In them was the object Stetson had thrown. Lastly, she spotted Jaicob standing beside Stetson with a gun to the hybrid’s head. Stetson had frozen mid-throw and didn’t dare move. Appatasan also had his gun trained at Jaicob.

Hold, Jake, Caileb said again. Glancing at Xena, he lowered his hand and opened it to show her what Stetson had thrown. A silver stress ball.

It scared the crap out of me. Hunter let his hand drop to his side. At once, Xena felt her electricity flow properly again.

Caileb tossed the stress ball into the air and caught it. I would suggest you don’t do that again. He tossed the ball to Stetson who caught it with one hand. You nearly got yourself killed. He’s clear, Jake.

Jaicob lifted his gun and backed away from Stetson. Appatasan, too, lowered his weapon. 

Stetson narrowed his eyes at the Major. You have some explaining to do. With that, he turned on his heels to leave.

The Major gave Xena an incredulous look—full of accusation and hurt. But he said nothing. Instead, he followed Stetson with ears lowered.

Xena bit her bottom lip. Was he going to get in trouble because of her lie? That wouldn’t be fair. He was only doing his job. She was the one who used her abilities in public without checking around first.

And . . . J.R. did say it was time for her to expose her secret.

One minute, please, Captain Stetson, Xena said.

Stetson halted. He turned to look at her.

Xena took a deep breath. This was it. After she did this, there was no turning back. Do you want to know why the Expermians follow me?

Stetson nodded once.

You sure you want to do this, Z . . . ? Hunter put a hand on her shoulder.

Xena placed her hand on his. I have to trust Daddy.

Hunter nodded and let his hand slide off her shoulder.

Xena turned her attention to Stetson. Toss the ball up in the air.

Stetson tossed it. Xena pointed at it. A jagged line of electricity jolted from her finger and zapped the ball. It exploded into bits of foam.

That’s why. 

Stetson’s eyes widened. His mouth dropped open.

That, sir, is what I wanted to show you, said the Major with a satisfied smile.

Silver Foxes . . . are real? Stetson gaped at Xena. They’re real?

That was my reaction when I found out. Xena kicked imaginary dust away. One minute I’m a normal girl living my life and the next BOOM! Electric powers. I had a hard enough time fitting in before, but now . . . She shrugged.

Stetson gave an incredulous chuckle. He ran his hands over his head. But wow. This changes everything. So . . . the ‘accident’ that made you the Grand Councilwoman was how you found out . . .

Oh, no. Xena waved her hands. That’s a completely different long story.

Hunter stepped forward. Short version: you Drymairadians executed our previous Grand Councilwoman, so Xena obtained the right to take up the role.

Because she’s a Silver Fox, Stetson said.

Hunter nodded. The previous Council didn’t agree.

Which is why she tossed them out of the building, Appatasan said.

But she didn’t realize she was actually taking over the Council when she did it, Hunter said.

Which is why it was an accident. Stetson nodded. Got it.

Huh. Xena placed her hands on her hips. Guess it wasn’t such a long story.

This is a surprise. Stetson gazed at Xena a long moment. Certainly, Expermians must see you as a vital asset to their country. Any country would. I’m sure they’ll follow your lead anywhere. I will need to meet with you to see where you will be leading them.

Xena shrugged. I don’t have anything to hide.

I see that. Stetson nodded. I’ve only met you twice, but you seem genuine. I look forward to speaking with you further. Major. With a nod at Xena, he left.

Thank you, Miss Sinclaire. The Major gave her a deep nod and followed Stetson out.

Why did you do that, Miss Sinclaire? Caileb approached her as soon as they were gone. He was buying your story. Once the Outsider king hears about you, he’ll never leave us alone.

Do you doubt the actions of your new ruler, Cai? Relax. She’s got this. Hunter snapped his fingers in front of Jaicob’s face. How do you turn him off?

Game off, Jake, Caileb said.

Jaicob snatched Hunter’s hand. You’re lucky I don’t break off whenever I feel like it. He dropped his hand. Xena, are you sure you did the right thing? The guy was right. Any country would want you at the helm—you’re a national treasure. What if they try to take you by force?

To be honest, I’m not sure I did the smart thing. Xena hung her head. But I trust my daddy, so I think it will be okay.

I’m sure it will, Zizzie. Hunter put an arm around her shoulder.

Xena slipped an arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. At least one of them was sure about it because she was terrified she had just signed her freedom away.

Chapter 5

Mira was supposed to be in the bathroom, but she made a detour to buy a cheap cell phone from the souvenir store in the train station—one she wouldn’t mind tossing away afterward. No matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t shake the thought of how worried her father would be. He might think anything happened to them. Perhaps he thought she had been kidnapped.

The imaginary worry on his face was enough to make her stomach turn. She couldn’t stand the thought of doing that to him.

So she sequestered herself in a quiet corner away from the girls, and dialed her father’s number on the dumb, flip phone she had bought. It rang and rang and rang and then voice mail.

Come on, Daddy. Pick up! Mira dialed again. I’m not some desperate fan who doxxed you. She listened to it ring again. Voice mail. Come on! She dialed again.

Pierson! What are you doing? Pick up the phone! came her father’s manager’s voice on the other end. What if it’s a ransom call? Hello!

Mira clutched the phone to her ear. Amanda?

Mira! Amanda’s voice dripped with relief. Where ar—

Mira? Pierson must have grabbed the phone from her. Mira, is that you?

Daddy, listen. I’m so sorry, but we had to leave. These DBI agents came after us, and I was so scared—

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop! Pierson took a breath. First of all, are you okay?

Yes, Daddy. I’m fine. We’re all fine.

Good, good. Pierson inhaled through his teeth. Then where the he— He stopped himself. He never cursed if he could help it. Where are you, Mira?

I can’t tell you.

This is not a joke!

I know that! We didn’t leave for funsies! DBI Agents stopped by the hotel while you were gone. They threatened us and destroyed Shandra’s phone! They said they’d put me in jail, and they didn’t care we were minors. Mira clutched the phone as if her father was there with her. You don’t know what sort of horrible things they will do if they get their hands on me. I don’t even know how long I can stay away from them.

Pierson paused on the other end of the line. Does this have anything to do with your uncle?

Mira bit her bottom lip. No, she said in a tone which said the opposite. Why?

Your mother is in jail.

What?

They put her in for helping J.R. Pierson sighed. I’ve got our lawyers all over this, but . . . they’re not playing by the rules.

Mira’s heart sank. So Grenier’s big talk of jail time hadn’t been a threat.

I spoke to your mother. She thinks they may come after you next. Something about your cousin.

Do you see why I ran—why I can’t tell you where I am? Mira felt tears form in her eyes. Terrible things will happen to her if they find out where she is. I won’t betray her.

I don’t know much about what’s going on. Pierson hesitated a space. But I do know this: your mother would never stick her neck out for J.R. if it wasn’t important, and you are loyal. I trust my girls’ judgement.

Thank you, Daddy.

Pierson dropped his voice to a low tone. I’ll let your friends’ parents in on what’s going on. With a private investigator and a judge on our side, we should be able to cover for you. Just don’t be . . . stupid, for lack of a better term.

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of myself. You take care of Mama.

Will do. Love you, Pumpkin. When this is over, I’ll come find you.

Bye, Daddy. Mira hung up the phone and smiled at it. Knowing her father was on her side made everything feel okay.

Thrusting the phone in the trash, she detoured to the bathroom to fix herself up before rejoining her friends just in time to catch the train.

Chapter 6

Marviot was confused .

He stood all alone in a white plain. There was no sky, no ground, and no trees, but somehow he knew he was outside.

He spun in a circle, searching for some sort of familiar landmark when the scenery changed. Clouds rolled over the non-existent sky, and bare, rocky, grayish-brown mountains erupted from the dust in the distance. The ground beneath him transformed into a cracked, barren wasteland. The earth rumbled and jolted Marviot off his feet. Marble statues of each of the Expermian gods and goddesses burst out of the ground in a circular pattern. They rose into the air until Marviot could barely see their tops. A path leading to them appeared under his feet.

In awe, he gaped at the idols, the only spots of color in this forsaken land. Disutrine, goddess of love, was a bird of paradise, her feathers gleaming scarlet, ultramarine, chartreuse, and gold. The alligator, Hamatan, the god of war, had his ivory teeth bared so that Marviot saw them shine. Rophim, the king of the gods, stood as a golden fox with a bare chest and arms crossed, glowering at those beneath him. Maromaine stood beside him, her fur a silvery, bluish gray—mother of all Silver Foxes, shining with the light of the crescent moon.

Every single one of them—including, Flousa, Ania,