Icewing Clan had fulfilled the destiny promised the strongest, wisest, best clan. For one, short hour they would fly amongst the stars. Chilaili wept at the price paid for that hollow honor.
And soon—very soon—she must look into Bessany Weyman’s alien eyes and give her friend the sole thing she could offer in return for their lives: one final, critical thing the humans must be made to understand.
Find our creators, she would say, find them in their hidden homes amongst the stars. Then kill them. All of them.
After what the humans had done, this day, Chilaili’s makers would not rest until they had destroyed humanity, on every world her new friends called home.
Her thoughts, as cold and silent as the stars, held the ominous ring of prophecy.
THE END