My Wolf Smells Every Lie Rejecting the Fake Alpha

My wolf—I call her Stella—is one of a kind.

She’s been with me since I was four, but she made me promise never to tell a soul.

What’s even crazier is that even the fiercest Alpha wolves fear her. No one can ever lie to her.

When I was eight, Peterson, the director of the Silver Creek Pack orphanage, stood in front of us shivering kids.

"Pack funds are tight!" he announced. "Starting this month, we only get meat once every three months."

Stella growled in my mind: *He’s lying. He just embezzled the funds approved by the Alpha last week.*

I pointed right at his face and sneered.