Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

Is a mistake from the Moon Goddess 271

Chapter 271

I turned my attention to Vince, who had come up next to me. "I think this is the place." My eyes flashed and Vince took a step back. I redirected my attention back to the crowd and the reporters. "My father, Gavin Maclean, was an outstanding man. He did a lot of this community, and I refuse to allow anyone to speak ill of him. He was as far from a traitor as one wolf could actually get." I met eyes of a few people in the crowd, and I saw their doubt, or confusion. So I pushed on. "He donated billions of dollars to the council annually. Way above the allotted amount so that smaller packs could stay in the alliance, but reinvest their fees into their own packs. When I asked him why he did it, supported people we didn't even know. His only answer was that people deserved the chance to thrive. He wanted them to grow, to become stronger, to build up our community. My father donated millions to this school annually, to support the students here, and giving them more opportunity by designating a certain amount to be used in low producing courses, allowing students to follow their passions, not just courses Alpha Vince decided was important." I cut another look at Vince and I watched him pale more. He thought I was clueless, but I knew everything. "He supported the last King, in every way he could. He would leave my mom and me alone to stay by his side. He left his family, his pack, his first priority to support his king. I know people are accusing him of being a traitor and they are referencing the last king's death as proof. My father was duty bound to protect the king, and you are right, he was. But what none of you know was that the council created the elite warriors to watch over the royal family. So that the alphas could run their packs without distraction."

coming to stand next to me. Thinking I was under her control, she leaned in to me and smirked. "And here I was

she was? "Anyway, the elite warriors were appointed and directed by the council. Funnily enough, the night of the attack, the council moved

held such a firm belief that I would

I turned back to the woman, who was still trying to enforce her power over me. Sweat beaded her brow, and she was pale. "I don't know who you are." I leaned against the podium, my voice still ringing through the room. "I honestly don't even care. I have spent these last years continuing my father's ideals. I have donated more money to this school than the king himself to keep this place going. I have sacrificed my time, my