The Immortal's Betrayal: A Forest Spirit's Fury

cut on my face. The chapel door opened, and two stout women came in. They didn't

ial gown made of rough, white

uite grasp. Another time, another ceremony. But then, it had bee

rs was waiting. They carried torches that cast flickering, monstrous shadows.

y jolt, pain shot through my body. A dirty veil was thrown over my head, hiding my face

couldn't let this happen. I couldn't

ed my jaw, pushing against the gag they had stuffed in my mouth. It was a foul-tasting rag, but I man

gasp went thr

stering gash on my cheek. The dr

opped. The elders

. "The Spirit will not accept a blemished

ng, pointing fingers. Andrew went white as

cape plan threatened, she stepped forward, h

d, pointing at me. "She i

ild look in her eyes. "I can't be

een with Wes! And with John from the mill! And with half the men in t

ands avoided their wives' eyes. Andrew looked like he had been

bomb in the middle of their

ade a decision. The wrath of the entity was

ing a trembling finger at me. "The Spiri

er in the woods. Before I could even process what was happening, several

ibs. They beat me, silencing my protests, turning

The last thing I felt was being dragged from the litter