THE WRONG TWIN FOR THE RIGHT ALPHA
Conan kneeled in front of me, resting his head on my lap, chanting a spell of images that recreated the memories of our playfulness, even those from my dream!
“Please, don't stop singing...” He pleaded.
I stroked his hair, continuing with the song:
“Oh, my little brave one, fear not the evil,
Aunt is here, with love unequal.
Our magic binds us, together, side by side,
Against the evil wolf, we'll be ready to abide.
In the night, with stars shining bright,
Aunt whispers a promise to calm your fright.
No harm shall touch you,
Under the wings of love, you'll fly through.
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