“She’s lying. This is just some power hungry imposter coming to disrupt our pack,” Raymond argued, stepping between me and the rest of the pack.
“I can prove that I am the real Ciana,” I said, holding the pack relic up over my head. I stepped around Raymond so the entire pack could see me.
Everyone gasped when they realized I had the feather. It was more than just a pack relic. This feather was a symbol of truth and justice. Anyone that spoke a lie while holding the feather would be punished by the Moon Goddess.
He wouldn’t dare attack me while I held the feather. It was a sacred pack relic and not even Raymond would think about putting it in harm’s way.
“Don’t listen to this bitch. She’s responsible for my son getting viciously attacked, multiple times. She was probably sent here as a spy for the Dark Prince so he can wipe us all out when it pleases him,” Raymond argued.