Let him accept that. Let him think he made a mistake.
I feel his hand on my arm, and I am whirled around. Cedric’s eyes bore into mine, and his grip is tight, almost to the point of painful. His voice is hoarse. “You can’t fool me. I know you, Leanna. You can change your hair all you like. You can’t change your face or your scent.”
I narrow my eyes at him and pull away from his hold. “Stay away from me.” When he moves to touch me again, I yell, suddenly overcome with emotion, “I said, don’t touch me!”
Finn whimpers in my arms, and I hold him even closer, protectively.
Cedric’s eyes flit to the dark wolf cub, and an emotion flickers behind his eyes. “That’s your child.” I take a few steps back, ready for an excuse that might actually work, and he says harshly, “Don’t deny it. I can smel
