Power wasn’t something people announced. It wasn't something that was just given to you. It wasn’t something you demanded and got.
It wasn’t even something you proved once.
Power… was something others recognized from what you do.
I had spent years building that understanding into my pack. They didn’t follow me because I told them to.
They followed because they knew what I was capable of.
They followed me because they had seen it and because they had felt it.
Respect, which was earned through strength, lasted longer than the one earned fear.
Fear could be broken at any time, but respect could always be endured.
That was what I had been seeing for the past few days.
I was watching that same shift happen again, but it was not with me.
It was with Roslyn.
The training grounds were a
