SILVERTHORN PACK
THIRD POV
Seraphine stood in the garden, staring at the plant in front of her.
She had tended to it with her own hands for decades. She had planted it herself and watched it grow through countless seasons. She knew exactly how it was supposed to look, from the shape of its leaves to the colour of its flowers.
But she barely recognized it now.
The leaves had been curling for days now, their once vibrant colour fading into a dull, unhealthy shade. Several of them had already fallen around the base of the plant, and the flower at the centre looked as though it had been drained of its life.
Seraphine stepped closer.
She reached out and gently touched one of the leaves.
Something was wrong... She could feel it.
Her fingers remained against the leaf for another moment b
