Author's point of view

Meanwhile two hours before,

"We've got trespassers!" The butler whispered.

Trespassers. Lysander's jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, the veins in his neck pulsed with restrained anger.

He didn't need to ask who. He already knew.

Before the butler could straighten, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.. a sound only his wolf could understand.

"Rogues, Alpha King." His beta confirmed, his voice echoed through the mindlink... A sacred ...