Selene’s POV
The black spiral flower didn’t move.
It just stood there, silent and soft at my feet—taller than the others, its petals folding inward like it was listening.
Kade bent to touch it.
“Don’t,” I said.
He froze. “It’s just a flower.”
“No,” I whispered. “It’s what’s left.”
The Prophet appeared behind us. She hadn’t spoken in hours—not since Serynth and the Nameless One vanished.
But now her voice was clear.
“She left a seed.”
I stared down at the spiral bloom.
“That thing?”
The Prophet shook her head.
“You.”
I didn’t sleep that night.
Neither did the wolves.
Hollowfang was too quiet—unnatural silence humming through the halls like forgotten prayers. Some wolves still wandered the corridors asking for family that didn’t exist. One mother called for her pup five times
