Chapter 60
Chapter sixty
Everly
The early morning sunlight bouncing off the fresh snow is almost blinding, filling the air with a crisp, shimmering brightness.
The cold bites, but the beauty of it all is distracting.
I squint, adjusting the hood on my cloak as I trudge through the powder toward the horses.
Their breaths form little clouds, hanging briefly before vanishing into the morning chill.
The sound of the snow crunching under my boots is oddly calming as I reach for the bag of oats, approaching Storm.
His ears flick forward, alert, and he watches me intently.
I hold out a handful of oats and he steps forward, his breath warm against my palm as he carefully nibbles the food.
His dark eyes, framed by his thick, glossy lashes, are as expressive as ever, and I smile, lost in the silent connection that exists between us.
Once he finishes, I drop the bag back down and step closer, running my hands gently over his cheeks, feeling the softness of his coat beneath my fingers.