~Third Person~
"If anything happens to her," Wanda continued bitterly, "he will know. And he will trace it back to me, to us."
Her body shook as anger swelled, drowning out the sting of pain. She remembered the morning's confrontation, and Meredith's voice still echoing in her ears. 'I am Draven's mate.'
When Wanda had first heard that Meredith was Draven's mate, she had doubted inside, believing Draven had spun that lie to silence the council and protect Meredith's place because of his plans.
But now, she understood that Draven hadn't lied.
Her hands clenched until her knuckles blanched, fury clouding her thoughts.
The image of Meredith's smug face burned into her mind. And without resistance, she cursed inwardly,
'That cursed, wolfless, purple-eyed, rude bitch. How dare her steal everything I was meant to claim?'
