Sable's POV
That morning, light came soft through the high windows of the pack house. It was pale gold, the kind that made the dust in the air look like tiny stars. I walked slow down the hallway. My shoes were quiet on the rug. My heart was loud in my chest.
I had the little vial in my pocket. The one Odessa gave me last week. Clear liquid. No smell. One drop under my tongue every day, and my scent vanished. Like I was never there. Perfect for watching. For listening. For waiting.
I stopped at Bambi's door. It was plain wood. No name. No mark. But I knew it was hers. Or theirs now.
I raised my hand to knock. Then lowered it.
Gideon's words from last night sat heavy in my head.
Be her friend. Really.
I swallowed. Took a breath. The air smelled of cedar and something sweet. Her. Him. Them. Her room now smelt of Alpha Dawn as if it was his room.
I knocked. Soft. Three times.
No answer.
I waited. Counted to ten. Knocked again.
Still nothing.
