Once people were married, their duties to the village had technically been fulfilled, so they were cast aside, left in purgatory. Forgotten.
They all kept to themselves, scorned for failing to keep a marriage alive or losing their other halves. Any divorces meant banishment here. The unchosen were sent here. This was Selene’s future without the wolves.
It was another ridiculous tradition that humans used to wield power.
The widows did all the menial labor washing, cooking, cleaning but couldn’t complain, or the main villages would cut them off from food and security. Selene had never understood why they couldn’t manage their own chores. She could wash her own underwear, thanks.
Ethan walked up the path and through the gate, where children played with balls, hoops, and skipping ropes. T
