Meredith.
Before I could even blink, Mabel's voice sliced in as she rolled her eyes at Wanda.
"You think you are anything special because you're friends with Alpha Draven," she sneered. "But you're the one who should know your place."
I exhaled deeply, my gaze instinctively finding Draven. He sat at the head of the table, calm, unbothered, lifting a spoon of rice to his mouth as though the chaos unraveling around him wasn't worth a second of his energy.
My eyes flicked to Jeffery next. He was seated right beside Wanda, chewing on a chicken lap like nothing in the world existed beyond his plate.
I already knew he would be the last person to step into this kind of situation. He never interfered, even when his silence made things worse.
Shaking my head, I glanced at Dennis. He sat with a glass of grape wine poised at his lips, drinking slowly. But I caught it—the sparkle of mischief in his eyes, the twitch of a smirk tugging at his mouth.
