"How long have you led the pack under your father's nose?" Leif asked, dis- pelling the tension. "Since I was eight," I admitted, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to the Lycan. "Harold didn't care for the pack, and he failed to understand the gravity of being stuck on the top of a mountain peak during winter. The other alphas helped me, of course. I would instruct them on what needed to be done, and they would bring it up at the meetings as if it were their ideas. I had to maintain the ...