Chapter 63 Portraits

• They resumed their journey the next day and ended it in the same fashion they did the previous night: stopped and booked a room in an inn. This time, they decided to call it a night in the outskirts of Balteck, a werewolf territory that was neutral towards the Blackwells.
• Alistair was already sleeping on his side of their shared king-sized bed, his breaths coming in even breaths.
• Meanwhile, Diana remained awake with the diary in her hands, even though nearly every fiber of her body wished for her to just rest. Their journey was still as taxing as it was the day prior, leaving her lower back, legs and bum aching from maintaining her balanced perch on the back of Alistair’s wolf form.