"Golden eyes!" someone cried from the crowd.
"Only members of the direct royal line have eyes like that!"
"Could that child belong to the Lycan King?"
"Impossible! Why would the Royal Court's only heir call her Mommy?"
Voices erupted like thunder, each wave louder than the last. The same people who had mocked me moments ago now stared at the pup in my arms in disbelief.
Derek grabbed my wrist so hard that his knuckles whitened. "Eileen, whose child is this?"
"His name is Leon Whitmore. He's my flesh and blood."
I tore my wrist free and turned, shielding Leon behind me.
He peeked around my cloak. "Mommy, who are they? Are they your family?"
"No." I blocked Derek's view of him. "They're no one who matters."
Derek's hand stopped in midair.
Noah looked as though I had slapped him. H
