Bambi's POV
I sat on the edge of our bed in the private wing of the pack house, the note clutched in my hand like it was a fragile piece of glass that might shatter at any moment. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows on the walls. Dawn had just returned from handling some pack business, his jet-black hair slightly tousled, his dark brown eyes scanning the room before landing on me. He was tall and lean, his muscular frame filling the doorway, and even after all this time, just seeing him made my heart race.
"Bambi," he said, his voice low and steady as he closed the door behind him. "What's wrong? I can feel your worry through the bond."
I looked up, my silver eyes meeting his. My brunette curls fell over my shoulders, and I brushed them back nervously. The freckles on my cheeks felt like they were burning under his gaze. "Dawn... I need to show you something. Sable found this under our door earlier. She gave it to me in the library."
