[Third Person].
Confusion crossed Randall's face. Then, his gaze sharpened. "How is that my fault? And why," he added carefully, "did you never mention your mate was not a pure werewolf?"
Draven almost scoffed. "When you discovered she had a wolf, did you not sense there was something more to her?"
"You should not have assumed I knew," Randall replied calmly.
Draven's jaw tightened. He ignored his response and turned the conversation around. "You asked how you were to blame," he said. "I will tell you."
Randall stood still.
"If it were not for the fact that I am a Lycan," Draven continued, his voice sharpening, "would I have needed to hold back? To defend myself without risking exposure?"
A brief but unmistakable flicker of nervousness and realization crossed Randall's eyes. 'So, he knows.'
Draven's gaze turned cutting. "Is this not your moment to deny the allegation and defend yourself?"
Randall bowed his head slightly. "I cannot deny the truth."
