Rogue's Omega
The chamber at the end was round and high-ceilinged, and the walls were covered in paintings.
They were ancient, the pigments faded but the images still clear. Theron, surrounded by three alphas, his white wolf blazing under a full moon. Mirren, building the Gray Reach, her hands full of stones. A timeline of Moon-Wolf history, painted by generations of artists who had never forgotten where they came from.
And at the end of the chamber, the newest painting. A white wolf with three shadows. A battlefield soaked in red. A mother with amber-gold eyes. And beneath it, a single word painted in white.
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