Third Person's POV.
The cold night air bit into the servant's skin as she walked briskly along the stone corridors, rubbing her arms for warmth. The banquet had ended hours ago, and most of the pack had retired for the night. She was exhausted, looking forward to resting in her quarters.
But then—a shadow moved.
Before she could react, two guards emerged from the darkness. One grabbed her left arm. The other seized her right.
The servant gasped, her body stiffening in shock. "What—? What's happening? What did I do?"
The guards said nothing.
Fear clawed its way up her throat as they began dragging her down the hallway.
She didn't dare scream. She knew the rules. Making a scene would only make things worse. Still, panic surged through her.
"Where are you taking me?" she whispered frantically. "Please! At least tell me—"
But no matter how many questions she asked, she was met with silence.
