[Meredith].
His words pulled Dennis's warning back into my mind— "Then, Luna, when you visit her, be vigilant and careful. She is not as frail as she looks."
So, it wasn't an exaggeration. This was truly dangerous, but it still didn't change my mind.
"I will be careful," I insisted gently. "I will be fine."
Draven leaned down toward me, seriousness rolling off him in waves. "Do I look like I want to see even a tiny injury on you?"
I shook my head.
"Draven, I am not a fragile human girl," I reminded him softly. "I'm a trained werewolf. I fought in the war beside you, remember? And even if someone broke a table over my head, I would survive and heal quickly."
I meant it to reassure him, but instead, something darkened in his expression. His eyes, his aura—everything shifted.
He was angry. Though he was not shouting or scolding, he was furious in a very quiet, controlled way.
I tried to pry gently into his thoughts, but I was blocked out. His emotions were surging too sharply.
