Serafine's POV
I really can't seem to get the vision out of my mind.
It had been days since I had seen the triplets lying in their own blood, days since I had witnessed a battle played out in vivid colors.
The image of their deaths was seared into my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to clear my head, to focus on something else.
And now, something more. Something worse.
Some sort of sickness has started to seep through the pack, infecting our warriors.
It began small, only a few coughs, a few pairs of tired eyes, but now it's more. Day by day, the warriors grow weaker, slower; it drains them of their strength.
They're trying to hide it, but I can see how it's taking its toll on them.
And the worst part? This is all my fault, or so it would seem.
I stand at the window, my gaze
