Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 462: Change in the seasons.

Warm days gave way to cold ones as the winter season took over, sweeping through the country with vengeance and burying the streets in white snow.

The cafe was an even busier place as people flocked to it for its natural warmth and they spent hours inside enjoying hot tea, coffee and a myriad of other drinks that were favored in winter. Surprisingly, it was also a good time for ghosts to move on. Even though they were dead, many did not enjoy the cold and those that were stuck for flimsy reasons decided to move on.

Phoebe spent most of her time helping those ghosts as best as she could, and helping the Saxons avoid many tragedies. So far, she had ended the beginning of the birth of genetically deformed babies, more death, Katherine's lawsuit and the theft of secrets from the company.

David made it his mission to ensure that she never missed getting a reward for helping the Saxons. If they had even the smallest problem at home, he called her in as if she was the Saxon cleanup crew. He also wore her out most nights sacrificing his body to increase her life span, not that she was complaining.

Her schedule was very packed and in those two months she trained hard with the guardians and expanded her skill set in a lot of areas, be it magic or fighting. Together as a group, the women hunted multiple demons, ghosts and supernatural creatures with each widening Phoebe's knowledge as she got to realize that there were more evil creatures than she ever knew existed.

Phoebe was drinking hot chocolate out of a mug, watching a few families enjoy skiing and other snow activities on a mountain at night, unaware of the danger that they had just been saved from. The trio had just taken down five frostbite golems, creatures whose eyes glowed with an eerie blue light and were formed from frozen boulders and packed snow.

She had never heard of frostbite golems, not even in a whisper of mythical supernatural creatures. It left her wondering just how many other unknown creatures were lurking out there in the dark, striking and moving on without anyone ever knowing.

A baby girl in a yellow jacket saw her from where she was hiding behind the trees and waved. Just as she was about to wave back, the Saxon spirit dragged her into the painting and three women returned to Phoebe's office in her cafe.

"If people knew how dangerous the world is out there, they would stop roaming around aimlessly especially at night." Phoebe placed the gun on the work desk, taking off the traveler's backpack that she had been carrying on her back. She started dusting snow crumbs off her jacket and noticed rips in a few places where shards of ice had cut through. "Stupid frostbite golems, this is a five-hundred-dollar jacket!"

The spirit scoffed. "To be fair you guys are the ones that entered their territory in the name of hunting for prey." It reminded her, it had not been on board when Maureen made the suggestion to go hunting in the dead ice mountains which was believed to be the end of the earth and home to winter monsters.

In the dead ice mountains, you could find snow wraiths, ghostly creatures with translucent bodies made of compacted glittering snow that drained warmth from their surroundings. You could also find icebound sirens, elegant and beautiful deadly beings that resembled humans but carved from ice. They were known for singing melodies that lured wanderers closer only to encase them in ice with a single frozen touch.

The mountains also housed blizzard hounds, the avalanche colossus, the Snowshaper and many other creatures. It was a good hunting ground but a dangerous one. It was also a famous tourist spot so the monsters that dwelled there were never short of victims.

Maureen settled in a chair and propped her legs up in a chair. "Oh, come off it, at the end of the day we all made it back alive, and we had fun. None of you are hurt, right?" Her eyes shifted from Phoebe to Rekha.

"Are you joking senior? We only survived because we hid inside Phoebe's hunters backpack and devised a plan to fight those things. I have never even heard of frostbite golems, if we did not have Phoebe's knowledgeable ghost, we would be dead right now."

Rekha's tone was effortlessly laced with frustration. She hissed as she cleaned the cut on her arm where a shard of ice pierced through. If Phoebe had not intervened, it would have gone through her like a nail being drilled into a hand.

Rekha's frustration was not unwarranted, in the last two months she had noted that Maureen was a reckless hunter that dragged Phoebe all over the world in the name of training. She did not make plans before a hunt, nor did she make any strategies. She just searched the internet and academy boards for weird deaths anywhere and picked up her hunting tools, ready to go. She basically went with the flow which was the exact opposite to who Rekha was.

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Rekha was meticulous, she liked to research, make a plan___three plans because it was important to have two exit strategies. Sometimes two were not enough and one needed five, depending on what they were hunting.

Phoebe poured a white powder on Rekha's wound and the woman screamed as the flesh started coming back together magically. This did not stop her from further berating Maureen.

"What if something happens to Phoebe what will we tell Mr. Mayfair?" His one instruction had been that she keep Phoebe out of danger and lately it was beginning to feel like she was doing the opposite. She felt the urge to bolt and reveal everything before he caught on.

Maureen was not bothered by what she considered to be more whining by Edwards spy. "Rekha, you need to calm down, do you think that Phoebe would have progressed this much if we sat here making plans and taking things slow?"

"We..." Rekha started her response but Maureen stopped her.

She waved her hand dismissively. "Next time we will plan first, we can even scout the target area ahead of time and take notes." Maureen made the same promise for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Rekha faced away from her and sneered. "That is what you say each time." She spoke in a hushed tone. "Phoebe, are you going to weigh in here?"

Phoebe was on board with Maureen, she was terrified at times, but she always found means to survive and her progress was phenomenal. "Rekha if you are going to be a standing block to my progress then you cannot be part of this group." She drummed her fingers on the table.

A gentle sigh drifted from Rekha, she did not want Phoebe to give her the boot and despite her discomfort, she was enjoying what they were doing.

"All I am saying is that we should be more careful, last week we were almost killed by a group of Wendigos. We could all have ended up as Wendigo dinner because we did not realize they were acting as a group and not one. It is winter, many creatures are starving, I don't want to be eaten." She looked in the direction of the Saxon spirit and asked, "Why don't you weigh in here."