[Third Person].
The convoy rolled back into the Oatrun estate just as dusk settled over the grounds.
Servants hurried to open the doors, but Dennis was already striding down the front steps before the engines fully died.
Jeffery and Oscar followed close behind, both trying and failing to look less impatient than they actually were.
Dennis didn't bother with greetings. "Well?" he demanded the moment Draven stepped out. "What happened?"
Randall, for once, did not leave the explaining to his son. He looked pleased and proud. "Inside," he said, already walking ahead. "You will want to hear this properly."
They gathered in the main living room. Randall took a seat first, leaning back as though he were reliving a personal victory. Dennis, Jeffery, and Oscar remained standing for a moment, eyes moving between Draven and Meredith.
"Father?" Dennis pressed.
Randall exhaled slowly, savouring it. "They attempted to block Meredith again after she revealed her wolf to them."
