Bambi's POV
The morning sun was soft, peeking through the curtains in my room. I woke up slowly, Dawn's arm still around me from last night. His breathing was steady, warm against my neck. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to his heartbeat. It felt safe. Real. But today was the day. Calandra. Answers.
I shifted a little, and his eyes opened right away. Dark brown, sleepy but alert. "Morning," he mumbled, voice rough.
"Morning," I whispered back. My hand found his, fingers linking. "Ready?"
He nodded, sitting up slowly. "Yeah. We'll take my car. It's faster than shifting and running."
I got out of bed, pulling on simple clothes—a soft sweater, jeans, sneakers. Nothing fancy. Dawn dressed too, black shirt, dark pants. He looked strong, but his eyes were gentle when he looked at me.
