The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 The Chillwave Arrives

“Not only do you have to protect your mom, you have to protect Godmother too.”

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Rosalie took a piece of candied fruit from her pocket and handed it to him. Christopher’s eyes lit up. He took it with both hands and sweetly said, “Thank you!”

Grace laughed and scolded him playfully, “You’re just saying that so you can get snacks from Rosalie, aren’t you?”

Christopher stuck out his tongue and hid behind Rosalie.

By the time most of the shoppers had left, Grace also said goodbye, taking her son with her. Before they left, Rosalie reminded her again to hunt more in the next few days and make sure they slept under thick quilts at night.

Grace agreed again and again, then headed home.

Leon stepped up beside Rosalie and spoke in a low voice, “Matriarch, I’ve done what you asked. No one noticed.”

Rosalie nodded. She looked at the night sky, dark and heavy like spilled ink, and felt uneasy.

“It’s cold. Freezing cold.”

The chill seemed to seep into her bones.

Rosalie suddenly opened her eyes. She was wrapped in thick blankets, but the cold still pushed in from outside.

She opened the door. Snow was falling. Thick, white flakes drifted down, and the ground was already covered. As far as she could see, everything was wrapped in silver.

It was barely dawn. Elijah had already woken up from the cold. His true form was a peacock, and peacocks were not made for winter.

Cameron, on the other hand, relied on his thick fur. He did not even need a blanket.

Sixto, sleeping beside Rosalie, was snoring softly. His long, dense fur kept him warm and comfortable.

Rosalie gently rubbed his head. Half asleep, Sixto leaned into her palm and let out a lazy

“meow.”

The chillwave had arrived. Instead of fear, Rosalie felt relief.

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Chapter 69 The Chillwave Arrives

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Most people in the tribe had stored enough rice by now. Almost every home had quilts as well.

What happened to Monica’s tribe before should not happen again.

She walked into the kitchen. Cameron was feeding the fire, and a pot of oatmeal was simmering.

In the backyard, Elijah and Declan were breaking down the game they’d hunted.

Rosalie poured herself a bowl of hot oatmeal. Steam rose into the air. After a few warm bites, the cold in her body slowly faded.

She picked up a forkful of pickled cucumber. It was crisp and savory. She finished two full bowls. Heat spread through her body, and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Elijah and Declan came in after finishing their work.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Only four? Where was the fifth person? Where was Micah?

Rosalie looked out the window at the heavy snow. She filled another bowl of oatmeal and added a few chunks of pork stew.

In weather like this, Micah’s illness would surely flare up again.

She pushed open the door and called out with concern, “Micah, it’s too cold. Get up and have some oatmeal to warm yourself.”

Clatter!

The bowl slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.

Leon reacted first. He rushed to Rosalie’s side and stared into the room, alert.

The room was empty. Completely empty. Even the quilt prepared for Micah was neatly folded in the corner. It looked untouched.

Rosalie rushed forward and reached out. Her heart dropped. Cold. Ice cold. He had been gone for a long time.

Without hesitation, Rosalie turned and headed outside. Leon blocked her path and frowned. “Matriarch, the snow is too heavy. You can’t even see the road.”

Rosalie clenched her teeth. “Then why did he leave without saying a word?”

She tried to push past him. Leon grabbed her wrist and said firmly, “Matriarch! I can’t let you

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