Chapter Twenty

My whole body trembled as I watched the village people come and go. They all glared at me and blamed me for the deaths of the girls. It wasn't my fault. If only they knew what was going on outside the border, would they then free me?

I was scared. Truly scared. I didn't know where Gabriel's men were or how my father was. I worried about his health. Would he be at home shivering in the cold, or was Gabriel's warrior still keeping watch? Undoubtedly one of the men would be here soon looking for me.

Sighing, I turned and watched the last villager walk away. She spat on the ground near the wooden door. I felt dirty, and the longer I stayed in here, the more I wondered if the deaths were my fault. Had I indeed caused such hate with the Cursed ones that they now wanted to attack my people?

What scared me the most was the fact that most of the village was meant to be a part of Gabriel's pack. If they knew who my chosen was, I wondered if they would be treating me in such a way. Letting my mi