~ LHARS ~
Lhars had been running through the Courtyard with only one thought on his mind. He could smell Kyelle, and she was stressed. He'd barely even registered the other males, been on his way to find his mate and make sure she knew he was there and he would help however he could, or he would wait—when suddenly a body stepped in his path with a command to stop, and Lhars only knew two things: The male was a threat, and they smelled faintly of his mate.
He'd snapped before he even thought, his wolf snarling forward—no one touched her, no one. She wasn't his yet, they wouldn't know. She hadn't been marked or scented. But he wouldn't allow her to be taken—
"Stand. Down." The words were a command.
For the first time, Lhars registered that they came from Zev. Alpha of his pack. His brother. Mate to the Alpha of All.
And the male that had almost taken Kyelle away from him forever.
His entire body tensed.
