[Meredith].
Draven and I reached the dining room just as the doors opened.
Randall stood there, his presence filling the space with quiet authority. We slowed instinctively.
"Good morning, Father," Draven greeted first.
I followed, bowing my head slightly. "Good morning, Father."
Randall acknowledged us with a nod, then his gaze lingered on me thoughtfully. "So," he said, "today is the day."
I straightened without meaning to. "Yes."
"You've worked hard for this," he continued. "Whatever happens, remember—people do not forget effort that comes from sincerity."
His words settled deep in my chest.
"Thank you, Father," I said honestly.
That seemed to satisfy him. He gestured for us to enter and led the way in.
Oscar, Jeffery, and Dennis were already seated. They stood immediately when Randall stepped forward.
"Good morning, Father," Dennis greeted.
"Good morning, Elder," Jeffery and Oscar greeted.
"Alpha, Luna," They all chorused at the same time.
