Draven.
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees, and said, "I want you to follow me to Duskmoor. You will oversee the estate there."
Her brows lifted slightly, surprise breaking through her usual composure. "To Duskmoor, Alpha?"
There was a small pause, then she added carefully, "What about Wanda?"
I shook my head once. "Wanda is no longer suitable." My voice was flat, final.
Whatever trust I'd once placed in Wanda had eroded, too many small failings accumulating into something I could no longer ignore.
Madame Beatrice didn't reply immediately. She let the words settle between us, her gaze steady on mine. After a moment, she inclined her head, though not without hesitation.
"Very well. But, Alpha, you know I am the one currently managing your family's household here."
"I know," I said, my tone softening a fraction. "It can be sorted out. Entrust your duties to a capable hand—someone you believe won't falter in your absence."
