Bambi's POV
The morning sun felt warm on my shoulders as Dawn led me through the side gates of the pack house gardens. It was quiet back here, far from the training grounds and the busy kitchens. Tall hedges hid us from most windows, and the air smelled like roses and wet grass after last night's rain.
Dawn carried a woven basket in one hand and held my fingers with the other. He was dressed simply today, just a black shirt and dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked less like the scary Alpha and more like… mine.
"You've never brought me here before," I said softly, stepping over a small puddle.
He glanced down at me, the corner of his mouth lifting. "I used to come here when I needed to think. It's private. No one bothers me." He squeezed my hand. "No one will bother us."
We walked slowly along the gravel path. Birds sang overhead. I could hear bees moving from flower to flower. Everything felt peaceful, like the whole pack was holding its breath just for us.
