Exposing the Truth
(Olivia’s POV)
I stood before the Pack Council, my evidence neatly organized on the table before me. The grand chamber was packed with wolves who had come to witness the proceedings. In the front row sat Derek, Rachel, and Oliver, all looking worried as they should be.
The head councilor, an elderly white–haired wolf named Elder Thorn, called the session to order.
“Dr. Winters, you may present your evidence,” he said.
I nodded, connecting my tablet to the projection system.
“I’d like to start with the video from my son’s fifth birthday party,” I said, my voice steady despite my churning emotions.
The large screen behind me flickered to life, showing Oliver standing before his birthday cake, his eyes bright with excitement.
“Make a wish, sweetheart!” my voice called from behind the camera.
Oliver closed his eyes tightly, then opened them with a big smile.
“I wish Rachel could be my mommy,” he announced.
The audience gasped collectively. I paused the video, letting the weight of those words sink in.
“This was the beginning,” I explained. “The moment I realized something was very wrong in my family.”
I advanced to the next piece of evidence – another video from the same day.
“Here, you’ll see Rachel bringing a buttercream cake, despite knowing Oliver’s severe allergies.”
The footage showed Rachel entering our home, carrying a beautifully decorated cake. My voice could be heard explaining to
Oliver why he couldn’t eat it.
