The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Snowballs and Sudden News

Elijah grabbed her arm and steadied her on the ground before letting go.

Bang!

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A huge snowball exploded right on Elijah’s head. Snow covered his face and hair. His lashes blinked, heavy with frost, and cold air poured off him.

Rosalie spun on her heel and ran. She pointed at Declan as she fled. “He did it! Don’t come looking for me!”

Yeah, right! Haha!

Elijah crouched down, packed an even bigger snowball, and hurled it at Declan. Declan dodged fast. The snowball flew past him and slammed straight into Leon’s back.

Leon staggered from the hit. Just from that, it was clear how big the snowball was and how hard Elijah had thrown it.

Leon slowly stood up. He scanned the messy battlefield, then made his choice. He joined in.

The men dodged and attacked. Snowballs flew back and forth. They hit the ground with loud thuds. White blurs streaked through the air, each throw fierce, like they wanted to knock the other flat.

Rosalie stood to the side, laughing as she watched. Micah pressed a warm leather hot-water pouch, filled with steaming water, into her hands.

She leaned into his chest. Even though snow was falling thick and fast, her heart felt warm.

How long had it been since she’d lived such a simple, happy day?

In her last life, she had struggled through a ruined world. There was never enough food or clothing. Anyone around her could turn into an enemy at any time. Every day felt like walking on thin ice. She never wanted to live like that again.

Maybe she had been on edge for too long. That was why even this small warmth meant everything to her.

If she could, she wished these days could last forever.

Rosalie looked up at Micah. He kissed her cheek and said softly, “Cold, Matriarch? Let’s go inside and rest.”

Her heart melted. She followed him indoors.

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Outside, the snowball fight dragged on for a while longer, then slowly came to a stop after Rosalie left.

In the kitchen, several beastmen stood around, each holding a bowl. Rosalie used a big ladle and poured everyone a scoop of hot honeyed milk.

It was freezing outside. After running around in the snow, they all needed something hot to

warm up.

The sweet drink slid down Rosalie’s throat. Warmth spread through her body. She closed her eyes in comfort.

Cameron finished one bowl and poured himself another.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

“Rosalie, this is bad! Your mother is critically ill. She might not make it through the night!”

Grace rushed in, breathless. Crash! The bowl slipped from Rosalie’s hands and shattered on the floor. The milk splashed everywhere.

Rosalie turned and met Leon’s eyes. He gave a slight nod, almost too small to notice. She understood at once.

Rosalie called out to several of her husbands, “Leon, Elijah, and Declan, you three come with

me.”

She gave Micah and Cameron a calm, reassuring look, then followed Grace toward the tribe.

The snow had stopped, but the road was still hard to walk. A trip that should have taken one hour turned into two.

Before they even arrived, they heard loud crying. “Mother! If you’re gone, what will I do?”

Inside the house, the smell of medicine was thick and sharp. It made people frown the moment they stepped in. A closer look showed something strange. Reva’s face was dry. Not a single tear. She was only crying for show.

Rosalie let out a cold laugh. “Why are you putting on a show now? Now that Mother is dying, aren’t you the happiest one here?”

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