Lyra
I kissed Xavier’s forehead, letting my lips linger there for a moment.
He stirred a little under the thin blanket, his brows furrowing in sleep, then settled again with a soft sigh. His tiny hand clutched the wooden toy one of the rogue young had carved for him the day before.
“Be good,” I whispered, brushing his curls back.
“I trust you’ll take care of him while I’m gone,” I said to the elderly woman who had taken on the role of watching over Xavier whenever I was busy tending to the sick rogues. She gave me a small nod from her spot in the corner, and somehow, that was enough to ease my mind.
Stepping outside, I wrapped my tunic tighter around me. The early morning air bit softly at my skin, and I shivered a little.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, following Alpha Caine i
