Betty's POV. 

The guards were leading Lord Ravenswood away to a more secure prison in the main base this time, where escape would be impossible when one of the rogues stepped forward.

He was older than most of the others, maybe in his late forties, with a scarred face and grey threading through his dark hair. 

His hands were bound, but he held himself with dignity as he approached where Damien stood surveying the aftermath of the battle.

"Alpha," he said, his voice rough but steady. ...