Roxy leaned against the carved stone balustrade of the grand balcony, the warm, sun-drenched breeze catching her dark curls.
The harsh, biting winter frost that had blanketed the Vanguard territory for months had completely melted away, giving way to a sudden, breathtakingly vibrant Beastworld spring. The earth was soft, the ancient trees were budding with vibrant green life, and the air smelled heavily of blooming jasmine and roasted meats.
She looked down at the sprawling grounds of the Iron-Wood Manor, her brilliant green eyes completely, radiantly glowing with pride at her children's leadership.
