“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 ...