After Being Bitten to Death by a Fox I Was Reborn – Chapter 1
My brother found a fox in a graveyard.
I said foxes are too wild to tame and urged him to get rid of it.
That fox held a grudge against me.
When no one was looking, it killed my child and devoured him.
My husband, furious, wanted to kill the fox.
But my brother and sister-in-law stood in its defense, saying, “It’s just a critter. What does it know?”
After escaping, the fox returned with a bear to my son’s funeral, slaughtering our entire family.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my brother found the fox.
This time, I’d make them pay!
Sharp teeth of the bear pierced through my stomach, tormenting me for two hours before I finally closed my eyes, unwilling to die like this.
My husband was lying beside me, frozen in the act of pushing me away, his arm outstretched.
But it was too late.
The bear and fox moved too fast for any human to escape.
Regretful tears slid from the corner of my eyes.
If I had another chance, I’d stop this tragedy!
“This fox is so skinny, so pitiful. Let’s take it home and raise it.”
I opened my eyes to see my brother, Jack, picking up a scrawny fox from beside a grave with no tombstone.
Its reddish-brown fur lacked luster, patchy from malnutrition, with bald spots making it look especially ugly.
As he lifted it, dirty fur fell down in clumps.
A foul stench wafted over.
I instinctively shielded my pregnant belly, stepping back.
The fox’s sharp teeth glinted in the dark of the night, they seemed capable of tearing through anything.
My body trembled, the sound of flesh ripping from a lifetime ago echoing in my ears.
A cold breeze sent a shiver down my spine.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.
A lifetime ago, I’d advised Jack against keeping it, and the fox held a grudge against me.
This time, I wouldn’t say a word.
My sister-in-law, Emily, frowned.
“Claire’s pregnant. It’s filthy and probably carries viruses. Get rid of it.”
Her words made the fox’s gaze snap to me.
I quickly said, “Emily, it’s fine. I think it’s kind of cute actually. Besides, we’re in separate cars—it won’t affect my baby.”
Emily blinked, surprised.
“Didn’t you hate furry animals? And this is a wild fox. Who knows what diseases it carries?”
How much my child must have suffered!
Suddenly, my belly moved, as if my baby had kicked.
Snapping out of memories, I realized I was crying.
My unborn child, sensing my distress, was comforting me.
I placed my hand on my belly, tracing his tiny foot.
My heart trembled.
This life, I’d protect my child at all costs!
I smiled.
“It’ll probably cause just allergies. I’ll be careful. It looks like it’s about to rain—let’s take it home for now.”
Emily pursed her lips.
“Tommy’s in our car. If you want it, put it in yours.”
I noted her resistance, confused.
A lifetime ago, she was the first to support Jack’s decision of keeping the fox.
Then I realized—she was using me.
Before I could respond, Jack eagerly carried the fox to his car.
“Why the fuss? I’m keeping it, and no one’s stopping me! Get in!”
With Jack’s word, Emily, however reluctant, complied.
She grabbed the fox by its scruff and tossed it into the trunk.
The fox flailed, screeching, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
Jack saw it but didn’t care, slamming the trunk close and driving home.
Clearly, he didn’t care much for the fox—just a whim that he decided to keep it.
After they left, I touched my belly, feeling my baby’s presence.
I still felt like none of this was real.
A lifetime ago, after giving birth, I passed out from exhaustion.
My mother-in-law went home to cook, and my husband, Mark, was called away by a nurse.
In just ten minutes, disaster struck.
When I woke up again, their faces were grim, no trace of joy left.
Under my insistence, they told me my child was dead.
Seeing him in the morgue, my whole world collapsed.
His tiny face was ashen, his neck—thinner than my finger—bore two gaping blood holes.
His baby suit, soaked in blood, had lost its original color.
He’d just been born!
He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet!
Rage consumed me.
After watching surveillance footage of the hospital, my tears fell uncontrollably.
The video showed the fox hiding in a nurse’s cart, slipping into my room with practiced ease.
The camera didn’t capture what happened inside the ward, but I heard my child’s agonizing cries.
With the bloody holes on his neck, the truth was clear.
A beast had snuck into my room in broad daylight to kill my newborn son!
I sobbed, collapsing in pain.