Leon's POV:
On the fifteenth day, something happened.
When I went to the cabin that afternoon, Isabela was not there.
Her father told me she had gone up to one of the nearby slopes to paint and said I could go find her myself if I wanted.
I set out at once, and it took me nearly twenty minutes to locate her.
I found her on a sunlit hillside, sitting on a broad rock with an easel set up in front of her. She was painting the distant walls of Silvermoon Pack.
I walked toward her and stopped a few steps behind her, but I did not say a word.
She did not notice me at first.
I stood there and watched her work. I watched the sunlight catch on her lashes. I watched the concentration on her face as she mixed paint on her palette.
Then her hand stilled.
Some instinct must have warned her. S
