Sarah’s POV
The next morning, I decided that Dawn probably needed a little time to breathe before I talked to her. Yesterday had been overwhelming for everyone, and I could still feel the tension lingering around the packhouse. I walked through the halls quietly, greeting the pack members who smiled and bowed their heads politely as I passed.
When I reached Dawn’s room, I stopped and took a breath before knocking.
“Dawn?” I called softly.
No answer.
I waited a few seconds and knocked again, a little louder this time.
“Dawn, are you awake?”
Still nothing.
I frowned, knocked a third time, and pressed my ear against the door, hoping to hear movement inside. There was silence. At that point, worry pushed me to try the door handle. It turned easily in my hand.
“Dawn?” I called again as
