Chapter 6 This Is Your New Home - II

• Eulalia remained motionless for a second, breathing quickly, her eyes roaming over the unfamiliar faces that watched her as if she were an exotic animal. Then, with what was left of her pride, she lifted her chin and stood up, following him, even though each step seemed heavier than the last.
• The heavy castle doors opened with a deafening creak, revealing a corridor lit by torches attached to the dark stone wall. The interior of Alaric's castle was as imposing as its façade: large tapestries with ancient coats of arms covered the walls, and footsteps echoed across a polished stone floor. Eulalia entered hesitantly, forced to keep up with Alaric's fast pace.
• Gradually, she fell behind; after all, he was walking too fast for her delicate legs, which were still amazed by the surrounding landscape. All she knew was a simple village; she had never been used to such luxury, nor to werewolves, so everything was too new.