Seraphine's POV
Over the following days, a heavy lethargy began consuming my every waking moment. The pack meetings I once attended religiously now felt like insurmountable tasks. Even Myra, my wolf, had retreated deeper into dormancy, leaving me feeling disconnected and hollow. The afternoons blurred together as I found myself drifting into unconsciousness, only stirring when Theodore's footsteps echoed through our chambers upon his return. His growing concern was palpable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the curse was finally claiming its hold on me.
