Rogue's Omega
Little Sable was on Bastian's lap, her face buried in his chest.
Ilyra sang the old lullaby, the one she had taught the students at the school, the one her mother had sung to her when she was a child. Her voice wavered on the high notes, but the melody was still beautiful. Still familiar. A song about the moon watching over the wolves. A song about running through the forest with the pack at your side. A song about coming home.
When she finished, the room was silent. Ilyra's eyes, still gold despite everything, moved from face to face. She smiled, and the smile was tired but peaceful.
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