I stepped into the greenhouse to see Mom sitting in front of her flowers from yesterday. The blooms looked beautiful—a dark purple, almost black color in the middle that faded to a light purple at the ends of the petals.
“Those are beautiful, Mom.”
“Hmm, I agree,” she whispered, hovering her hand lightly over them. I watched them wiggle and stretch to reach her hand, the blooms seeming to open even more and glow slightly.
“Mom, how are you truly doing that? It’s not the power of a regular werewolf. Even Margo cannot make things grow like that.”
“One thing at a time, sweet child. I will tell you how soon, but I’ll tell you now that if you focus and connect to nature, you can do it too.”
I looked at her, slightly stunned, before grabbing my plants from yesterday that were still only see
