[Meredith].
Draven's gaze stayed fixed on me, unreadable and far too perceptive.
"Why does your grandmother want to see you on such an auspicious day?" he asked.
That question was too close to the mark. However, I forced a small shrug. "I don't know."
And for once, it wasn't a lie.
I had guesses, guesses tied to the Lunar Curse, to my wolf, to things my grandmother had hinted at for years. But I couldn't say any of that, not when I had no idea how much she wanted me to reveal.
Draven didn't respond. He simply nodded, slow and faintly knowing, as if my answer had confirmed something for him rather than hidden it.
The silence stretched too long, so I exhaled and spoke more formally, "I will be going to see her in five days."
His eyes flickered. "Where does she live?"
"The outskirts of the Moonstone pack."
"And why there—" Then he stopped himself, nodding as if the answer clicked into place.
"Right. You said she values her privacy."
