The brutal, suffocating grip of the Beastworld winter was finally beginning to yield.
Outside the gates of the Manor, the thick, impenetrable sheets of frost that had encased the Iron-Wood mountains for months were slowly cracking.
The jagged icicles hanging from the sprawling eaves melted into steady, rhythmic drips, and the deep, suffocating snowdrifts receded to reveal patches of dark, vibrant earth. Spring was approaching, bringing with it the intoxicating scent of damp soil, budding pine, and the restless, thrumming energy of the awakening continent.
Inside the Manor, the passage of a couple of months had brought a chaotic, magnificent wave of growth.
Supernatural shifter biology was a terrifying, unpredictable force of nature, completely disregarding the slow, steady timelines of the Beastworld especially when it involved Roxy's children.
