Lucas Whitmore had been Alpha of Silver Fang Pack for two years, and every single day of it had been a lesson in the difference between power and authority.
Power was easy. Power was Rhyker — the massive golden wolf ,born of fire, who could outrun, outfight, and outthink any wolf in the Northwest. Power was the genetic inheritance of the Whitmore line, the physical dominance that made other Alphas lower their eyes when Lucas walked into a room. Power was effortless.
Authority was something else entirely.
Authority was sitting in the Alpha's study — his father's study, still, always, no matter how many years passed — listening to Elder Miriam lecture him about pack traditions he already understood. Authority was biting his tongue when Elder Tomas suggested, for the fourteenth time, that
