The females beside her collectively sucked in a breath and went still.
Mirabelle cast Lysandra a sideways glance.
The fox female had raised one eyebrow, but there was a deeply satisfied smile playing on her lips.
The male steadily making his way toward the lynx female was unmistakably a fox beast.
Lysandra's brother.
The son of the High Duchess of Rotwald.
He possessed the same mesmerizing eyes, glittering like emeralds beneath the lantern light.
Like the Duchess, he bore a beauty mark beneath his left eye, as red as his ears.
His fur held the color of liquid blood, making the black-tipped edges stand out even more prominently.
The hair falling into his face in untamed waves, however, was the warm shade of polished copper.
A single white strand curled lazily across his forehead.
His features somehow carried both feminine elegance and masculine sharpness at the same time.
The fox male wore refined formalwear in shades of wine red, burnt copper, and black.
