Draven.
Oscar had barely stepped out of the study when silence settled over the room again.
I went back to the stack of documents on my desk, skimming through columns of numbers, cross-checking signatures. The ledgers needed to be balanced before I left for Duskmoor.
My mind was already calculating what needed to be wrapped up before tomorrow when a knock sounded at the door.
It opened before I could answer. My father stepped in.
"Are you very busy right now?" he asked.
I set my pen down. "No. I have some time to spare for a chat."
He nodded, expression unreadable as always. I pushed my chair back and moved to the sitting area in the corner of the study.
The leather creaked as I sat. He joined me, his movements deliberate, unhurried.
"I heard you're leaving for Duskmoor tomorrow," he began. "And that Beta Gabriel of the Moonstone pack visited."
I leaned back in my seat. "You heard right."
