Chapter 60 The Atelier

• Ten days had passed.
• The bond between Alaric and Eulalia had deepened with an intensity even the hardest heart could feel. Now, they walked together through the packlands, hands entwined, exchanging knowing glances between daily tasks. They slept in the same room, the same bed, their bodies learning each other more with every night—as if they had always belonged to one another.
• That morning, the sun had yet to fully break through the veil of night. The room was bathed in soft shadows, and Alaric, bare-chested, gazed at the figure curled against him. Eulalia slept peacefully, her face serene against his arm, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like a silken veil.