"I'm not—" Fao stopped, swallowed. "I don't know how to be what you need. I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I don't know anything."
"You'll learn," Sylvia said simply. "And until you do, we'll guide you. That's what pack is for."
"But I'm not— I've never led anyone. I've never even been with anyone until—" He glanced at me, then away. "I don't know how to be an Alpha."
"Your father didn't either, at first." Sylvia's expression softened. "Fenris was young when he took over. Hot-headed. Impulsive. He made mistakes. But he learned, and he became the greatest Alpha our people had known in centuries." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only we could hear. "You have his eyes. His jaw. His stubborn chin. You'll find your way, Fao. Y
