Marigold shook her head right away. "No. Only in the pack. Sometimes I miss her and when I try really hard to think about her, I begin to shake."
It was clear that Marigold's attempt to communicate with the moon goddess in the city was the reason for the seizures.
Seraphine took that in without showing much on her face. Most people would have smiled and brushed it off but Seraphine didn't.
A child with that kind of connection, only appearing on sacred pack ground, the physical trembling when the link got strained, wasn't imagination or a random dream.
That was a gifted child. A seer, maybe. A shaman in the making. The kind of soul born already standing close to something most people spend their whole lives trying to touch.
Seraphine tucked it somewhere close to her heart. She also kept the DNA test idea tucked in the back of her mind, not because she doubted what she felt when she looked at this little girl, but because she was a doctor first, and she needed real answers.
