Lysander’s POV
I stood on the training grounds with my hands clasped behind my back. The knowledge that an innocent man had been killed, leaving his family without their patriarch, had left me in a state of despair.
When I was forced to leave Howl Hollow at the age of fifteen because my father couldn't stand the constant friction between me and his rightful heir, I swore to build my own pack—a community where everyone would be heard and seen. Knowing I had never given that poor farmer a chance to be heard, let alone seen, ripped me apart in ways I couldn't explain.
The thumping of footsteps I recognized as my Beta's approached, saving me from my own harsh judgment.
“You sent for me, Alpha,” Declan said as he reached me.
“Declan,” I called out.
“Yes, Alpha,” he answered with submissio
