These claims are extremely disturbing,” he said. “Child neglect is taken very seriously in our pack.”
I met his gaze steadily. “I understand. And I can prove every word in that video is a lie.”
Without waiting for their response, I rose and walked to my bookshelf. My fingers found the thick medical binder I’d been maintaining for years–labeled simply “Oliver.”
“My son wasn’t born like other wolf cubs,” I explained, setting the binder before them. “Oliver has severe immune deficiency and osteogenesis imperfecta–brittle bone disease. His body breaks easily and fights infection poorly.”
I opened the binder, revealing years of medical records, specialist consultations, and treatment plans. Dr. Miller leaned forward,
his medical interest piqued despite himself.
“These hunger charges Rachel mentioned?” I continued, flipping to a section on allergies. “Oliver has seventeen severe food
allergies, including dairy. When he was three, he ate a small amount of cream at a friend’s home.”
I pointed to the emergency room report. “His throat closed completely. He nearly died. That’s why I wouldn’t let him eat the
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buttercream cake Rachel brought to his birthday–the same cake that sparked this entire conflict.”
The female officer’s expression softened slightly as she examined the records.
“And the rock climbing restriction?” she asked.
I turned to another section showing X–rays of Oliver’s previous fractures.
“His bones break under normal pressure. Rock climbing could paralyze him or worse–damage his ability to shift into wolf form permanently. The injury he sustained recently could have been catastrophic.”
I met each of their gazes. “I haven’t been cruel–I’ve been keeping him alive.”
Dr. Miller nodded thoughtfully. “These medical conditions are extremely rare in werewolves. The treatment protocols are
impressive.”
The male officer cleared his throat. “The video also claims you’ve been… misappropriating family funds.”
A bitter laugh escaped me as I opened my banking app on my tablet.
“Let me show you who’s been supporting whom,” I said, displaying my transaction history. “Monthly transfers to Derek’s pharmaceutical company. Tuition payments for Oliver’s specialized school. Imports of European herbs to strengthen his
constitution–over $100,000 annually.”
I scrolled through years of financial records. “Derek’s company hasn’t turned a profit since inception. I’ve subsidized everything
while working double shifts here.”
The officers exchanged glances, their skepticism visibly wavering.
“These are substantial expenditures,” the female officer noted. “Far from the picture painted in that video.”
“The truth usually is,” I replied quietly.
The male officer shifted uncomfortably. “Dr. Winters, while this evidence is compelling, we have a serious situation. The video has gone viral across multiple pack territories. The reputation of our medical center is at stake.”
“My reputation is at stake,” I corrected him.
“Exactly,” Dr. Miller interjected. “As Head Healer, your standing reflects on all of us. The Pack Council needs your cooperation to
clarify this situation publicly.”
I stared at them, indignation rising in my chest. “You want me to defend myself? What about holding Derek and Rachel
accountable for their slander?”
The female officer leaned forward. “Dr. Winters, based on what you’ve shown us, Derek’s behavior is disgraceful to our pack.
We’re not dismissing the wrongs done to you.”
“The Council proposes a formal hearing,” her partner added. “With your evidence, we can officially address these false
allegations and prevent further damage.”
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The Truth Behind the lies
I considered their words carefully. A hearing meant publicity–more eyes on my private pain. But it also meant vindication.
“When?” I asked simply.
“Tomorrow morning,” Dr. Miller replied. “The sooner we address this, the better.”
I nodded slowly. “I’ll be there. But I want something in return–a restraining order against Derek, Rachel, and even Oliver until this is resolved. No more ambushes at my home.”
“That can be arranged,” the male officer agreed.
After they left, I collapsed back into my chair, emotionally drained. I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my photo gallery. Videos of Oliver’s treatments. Hospital visits. The specialized meals I prepared to work around his allergies.
And there were happy moments too–before Rachel poisoned him against me. Videos of us laughing as I read bedtime stories. Oliver beaming proudly after completing his physical therapy exercises.
The Pack Council wanted evidence? I would give them everything.
My fingers tightened around the medical binder. Derek and Rachel thought they could destroy me with carefully edited lies. They were about to learn how powerful the unvarnished truth could be.
The Pack Council’s enforcers were visibly shocked as I finished presenting my evidence.
“Derek’s conduct is completely unacceptable,” the female officer stated firmly.
Her partner nodded grimly. “We need you to cooperate in clarifying this situation publicly, or it will cause serious reputational damage to the pack’s treatment room.”
I closed the binder with renewed determination. “I’ll cooperate completely,” I agreed. “I’m ready to expose every lie they’ve
told.”
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