VERA'S POV.
The knock on the door startled me, pulling me from my thoughts. Draven, who was sitting across from me with a distant look in his eyes, straightened. "Who is it?" he called.
"It's Markus, Alpha," came the muffled reply from the other side of the door.
Draven’s jaw tightened. I could see the way his entire demeanor shifted—calm and collected one moment, tense and brooding the next. Almost as if he already had an idea what Markus wanted. “Yes, Markus? What is it?” he asked
“Harold is in the sitting room, alpha,” Markus said. “He wishes to speak with you.”
I glanced at Draven, waiting for his response, but I could already tell from the hard set of his mouth that it wasn’t going to be favorable. His eyes flicked briefly toward the door, then back to me. Finally, he spoke, his
