FORSYTHIA'S POV
Before my eyes was an absolute mess.
I knew full well that wolfsbane was a lethal plant to werewolves. I had planted it in the courtyard within the castle grounds. It was secured by a barbed wire fence, warning signs, and a dedicated team of twelve guards who took turns watching it. I had installed a camera to monitor the area whenever I pleased.
To prevent the worst-case scenario—as Joel had pointed out, a pup accidentally touching it—I had already neutralized the wolfsbane's toxicity. To anyone else, it was a poisonous plant. To me, it was merely a garden of flowers that caused nothing more than a tingling sensation upon contact.
Yet, simply because I had refused to comply with an elder's words, I received news that my wolfsbane garden had been utterly destroyed. To m
