[Celeste]
Why did I have to suffer for a crime I didn't commit?
That was the single thought pounding through my mind as I trudged forward, my arms bound tightly ahead of me. The sharp bite of the ropes digging into my wrists was a cruel reminder of my position. I kept my head down, unwilling to meet the gazes of the pack members lining the moonlit path—most of which were either crying or throwing insults.
"Wicked woman!"
"You're a devil spawn! Die!!" One particular woman screamed at the top of her lungs. I glanced up, just briefly, to see a woman thrashing against the restraining arms of two others as tears streaked down her face.
"My boy was just five! He didn't deserve to die!" another woman wailed.
I bit down the inside of my swollen cheek. My heart ached for her, eyes stinging b
