(My fellow Guardian readers, I apologize form the long wait, but I hope the next few chapters make up for it.)
Azalea looked over Bunny's shoulder and her eyes locked with the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen. It reminded her of the ponds her father would show her in the Warren.
'So this is who Pitch was talking about, Jack Frost.'
Jack looked at Azalea, noticing her eyes were a interesting color of light gold.
"Come, young one,"
North's words brought his attention back to the room.
"You must be hungry."
Azalea hid her face in Bunny's back despite the protesting her stomach made. Bunny chuckled
"Don't worry Aza, your safe. Pitch can not harm you anymore."
Her father's words clenched her heart and she so desperately wished that it was true.