Sofia's POV
I packed slowly, my hands shaking the whole time. Every shirt I folded felt heavy. Every drawer I closed sounded too loud. The maid stood quietly by the door, waiting for me, her head down. She did not look at me—maybe because she already knew what had happened last night.
My little boy sat on the bed, sleepy and rubbing his eyes.
"Mama… where we going?" he asked softly.
I forced a smile and kissed his forehead. "We're going to visit Grandma," I said quietly.
He nodded and reached for his small backpack. He was only two and a half, but he understood when something felt strange. His eyes watched me the whole time, confused and worried.
When I finished packing, I took one deep breath and walked out of the room. My legs felt weak, like they didn't want to move. The maid followed behind me with the bags.
Downstairs, two guards were already waiting.
I cleared my throat. "Where is Alpha Damien?"
One guard bowed his head. "Alpha Damien left early this morning, my lady."
