Bambi's POV
The guards marched me back to my room like I was some criminal. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet hall, heavy and final. I kept my head down, tears blurring everything. Sable tried to follow follow, but one guard blocked her. "Alpha's orders," he said flatly. She gave me a helpless look before they shut the door on her.
The click of the lock sounded louder than anything. I stood there, staring at the wooden door, my chest tight. Dawn's face—hurt, angry, cold—kept flashing in my mind. "I trusted you." Those words hurt more than any punishment.
I walked to the bed slowly and sat on the edge. The room felt smaller now, the walls closer. My old servant room. Not his warm one with the cedar scent. Just plain walls, a small window, my few things. It felt like going back in time, before everything changed.
