Chapter 45 Gold On My Forehead

• Camilla's POV
• "Why would you forsake me now, goddess? Can't you see how diligent I was in Damon's pack? Can't you see how innocent I am? I'm being accused falsely, but you're up there, as quiet as a graveyard." My eyes remained closed as I uttered the words to the goddess, believing she was listening to me from wherever she was in the skies.
• The leaves rustled as my eyes opened wide. I quickly stood up, dusting the dried leaves off my clothes, my eyes falling on a silhouette.