Zero Fox to Give by Rae Foxx

It was only when I was spread eagle before a tongue god, laid out on a desk after breaking and entering in an attempt to solve a murder, that I began to question my life.
Question things like: Where has this man’s tongue been all my life? Why did I kinda-accidentally burn down my school? How did I get so lucky as to have two sand cat shifters for my mates?
Well, I was questioning… before my joyous screaming became loud enough that I had to high-tail it out of there before finding any clues for the murder I had been charged with.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I was the suspect here? Yeah, no clues, but good tongue.
I may not be the best detective, but I certainly am enjoying myself along the way. Easy to do when it turns out I have more than my sand cat shifter twins to keep me comfortable.
Well, except a wolf with an eyepatch might be hunting me, come to take me back to my pack after I kinda-maybe killed someone.
That’s the second dead body, if you’ve been keeping track.
So, I’m a murderer-arsonist, with a few too many mates, in a place that offers visitors a “Cummings Good Time?”
Could things get crazier? Hell yes! I’m about to solve my first murder.
Now, if everyone around me would stop turning up dead.