[Third Person].
Some minutes later, the soft murmur of voices gradually settled as Meredith stepped forward.
She stood beneath the shade of the trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves above her, dappling the simple fabric of her outfit.
And somehow, just the clean lines of her outfit and her calm presence made her stand out more.
Then she took a breath and smiled. "Good morning," Meredith said, her voice clear, warm, carrying just far enough. "Thank you for coming."
Instantly, the murmurs stilled.
"My name is Meredith Carter," she continued, her hands lightly clasped before her. "I am Alpha Draven’s mate and the Luna of the Mystic Furs Pack. Today, I am deeply grateful that you honoured my invitation."
Then her gaze swept across the women—young and old, mothers with children leaning against them, elders sitting with measured dignity.
"I know how valuable your time is," she said softly. "Leaving your homes, your work, your families—it is no small thing. So seeing you here means more to me than words can say."
A few heads nodded, while some smiled.
"I didn’t invite you here today as a ruler speaking down," Meredith went on, her tone gentle but assured. "I invited you as a woman who wishes to listen, to share, and to serve in whatever ways she can."
Her voice warmed as she clasped her hands lightly before her. "This gathering is for you. So, feel free to eat, drink, rest, and speak freely. You are welcome here."
A ripple of quiet appreciation and approval passed through the benches, quiet but genuine.
And at the same time as Meredith drew breath to continue, the front gates of the Oatrun Estate, far from the back gardens, opened.
Two sleek vehicles rolled onto the grounds, engines humming low against the gravel. They moved with unhurried confidence, as if their arrival was expected. But it wasn’t.
Inside the main house, Draven sat alone in the private sitting room, posture relaxed but alert. He had deliberately stayed away from the back of the estate, giving Meredith the space to begin the event on her own terms.
Though he planned to visit later to offer his presence as further support to her.
Just as Draven was still deep in thought, his phone vibrated. He frowned as he wasn’t expecting any calls. But in the end, he answered.
"Yes?"
There was a brief pause. Then—
"What?" Draven straightened instantly.
His brows drew together, disbelief flashing across his face.
"Miss Fellowes," the voice confirmed on the other end. "She’s arrived at the estate."
Draven stood to his feet, different thoughts and ideas immediately flooding his head.
Wanda, visiting unannounced today of all days?
His mind moved quickly, pieces shifting into place with uneasy precision. ’Why today? Why without any notice? Wanda didn’t do coincidence.’
"Are you certain?" Draven asked sharply.
"Yes, Alpha."
Draven exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening as he came to a temporary conclusion after reviewing his thoughts on what could have brought Wanda over today.
And it is the fact that Wanda definitely heard about Meredith’s event and the details.
He could already feel it. That familiar, crawling sense at the back of his instincts.
"She must have a purpose," he murmured under his breath, suspicion darkening his gaze.
But then he spoke into the phone in a clipped, decisive tone, "Do not bring her anywhere near the back of the estate. Inform Dennis immediately and have him meet her and bring her straight to me. No detours."
"Yes, Alpha."
The call ended.
Meanwhile, at the back of the estate, Meredith continued speaking, completely unaware of the unexpected guest now standing within the walls.


’Ah! So that’s it.’ His grin widened, slow and dangerous.
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