We all stared at the three handsome Lycan kings, waiting for them to answer.
Were they going to reveal that they were here for my kids?
I prayed they wouldn’t.
This was a small town, and Finn and Luna already faced enough shame at school for not having fathers.
I had told them—and everyone else—that their father was dead.
If the truth came out, it wouldn’t just be gossip. It would ruin us. People would see me as worse than a joke.
Worse, my kids might be ostracized for my mistakes.
Having three fathers.
Kai’s piercing blue eyes swept over the crowd, his jaw set as though deciding how much to reveal. Kieran, the calm one, exchanged a glance with his brother, his red hair catching the dim light. Kylan, the most reckless of the three, smirked, like he was enjoying this standoff.
“Well?” Elder Nilo prompted, his tone sharper now. “You haven’t answered the question. Why are you here?”
Kai stepped forward, his voice steady but unyielding.
“We are the kings. We go wherever we like but
