[Third Person].
"And Levi—" Draven turned sharply, disgust flashing across his face. "A married wolf. A father. And he lies with his own sister?"
His jaw tightened. "That entire family is rotten." The anger only grew.
"If she hadn't been caught," he continued, pacing again, "they would have succeeded. And then what? They would have forced me… forced the crown into acknowledging her?"
His voice dropped dangerously. "I will not spare them."
Meredith watched him rage on and didn't make any move to stop him. But through the matebond, the storm surged—Draven's fury, Valmora's agitation, Rhovan's rising anger—it all intertwined, heavy and overwhelming.
Then suddenly, Draven stopped and turned to her. "You should have told me immediately you found out," he said. "I would have beheaded her in front of the council. Let everyone see what happens to those who dare such things."
