(Third Person).
Gabriel, however, sat back in his chair, his surprise carefully masked. Draven defending Meredith was unusual—suspicious, even.
No sane Alpha, especially one set to be King, would bind himself to a wolfless deviant without reason. And if Draven had a reason, Gabriel intended to find it.
In that moment, he decided he would send Gary and Mabel to Duskmoor. They would watch Meredith closely, see if anything could be uncovered from Draven.
The room had just begun to settle when Draven's next words dropped like a blade.
"One more thing," he said, the quietness of his tone making it all the more dangerous. "If any of you think to make a foul play against her, remember this—Meredith is my mate. Touch her… and you touch me."
A moment passed, then suddenly, the chamber erupted in sharp gasps.
Shock rippled through the assembly, as visible as a wave breaking across the shore.
