(Third Person).
Meredith stepped forward quietly.
A few heads turned as she passed—warriors and servants alike bowing slightly in acknowledgement.
The respect in their eyes wasn't just for her title anymore. It was for the woman whom they heard had fought beside their Alpha, who had bled in the woods the previous night and returned whole by dawn.
Draven noticed Meredith before she reached him. His gaze softened briefly, the smallest flicker of warmth breaking through his otherwise stoic expression.
"You should be resting," he murmured when she came to stand beside him.
"I will rest when you do," she replied, her tone calm but firm.
A faint smile touched his lips before he turned back to his men. "The eastern wing and the servants' quarters will be cleared for families," he continued, his voice carrying effortlessly.
"The warriors will occupy the lower hall and the training rooms. No one sleeps outside tonight."
