“Resent him? How could I be angry with someone who sacrificed everything for me? He was the one who was supposed to get away. I made him promise to escape the warehouse if he got the chance, but instead he tried to save me. How can I resent him for not being here?”
And there it was, just under the surface. All Gabriel had to do was scratch at it, and it came oozing up, like blood from a scab. I was angry with Daniel. Part of me resented him for not being here. He was the one who had left me alone. He should have been with me in the hospital today, wrapping his arms around me, reassuring me that my father was going to be okay. It was irrational, I know. He couldn’t control the fact that he wasn’t there.
Your father wouldn’t have gone to the warehouse if Daniel were here. It’s his fault your father got hurt.
Hell.
I knew it was the wolf who had said it, but only because it had uncovered the idea buried deep inside my subconscious. How could I have thought something so terrible? Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes.
“Why am I so angry at him? It isn’t right. He sacrificed everything for me.”
“Because he was not supposed to sacrifice himself for you. He was not supposed to try to save you.”
“I made him promise to escape if he had the chance. He was supposed to let me die so he could save himself and my family. But he broke that promise. He threw himself over that balcony to save me, and he was turned into the white wolf.”
“And now he is stuck that way.”
And that’s why I’m so angry with him. “Does that make me a horrible person?”
“It makes you human.” He reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder. “But you must consider this, Grace. You and Daniel are connected—deeper so than we were at the hospital. You feel what he feels. You know that he needs a moonstone, and that part of him is leaving. But have you considered that he may feel what you feel? Perhaps your anger is what is driving him away.”
Gabriel might as well have stabbed a silver knife into my heart for how much his words pained me. “Do you really believe that?”
“It is just a speculation. Yet I think you need to find a way to forgive him—before it is too late. Find a way to forgive everyone before you find yourself alone with only the wolf inside your head for company. Daniel.
Your father. Your mother. Your brother…”
I looked away.
“God.”
“God?” I glanced back at Gabriel. “I never said anything about being angry with God.”
“You did not have to. I could feel what was in your heart at the hospital, and just now, you said that Daniel ‘was turned into the white wolf.’ Not ‘he turned into the white wolf.’ As if you blame someone else, some outside force, for turning him. You blame God.”
I didn’t know what to say. Had he really seen that in my heart?
“Tell me, my child,” he said, sounding very much like a priest questioning a sinner at confessional, “with all of these challenges you have been facing this week, have you prayed for guidance?”
I blinked at him. It was an intrusive question that made the wolf inside me snarl evil insults. I shook my head again to get rid of it. “No,” I admitted softly.
“Do not forget who you are, Grace Divine. Your father is a pastor, and you are talking to an eight-hundred-year-old monk, but He”—Gabriel pointed up to the heavens—“is the one you need to turn to now.”
“But what if I can’t? What if I’m … afraid?”
Gabriel tilted his head with curiosity. “Afraid you will not get an answer? Have you lost your faith … ?”
“No. I know God is there. I just don’t understand him anymore. I don’t get why he created the Urbat in the first place. I don’t get why he let them be corrupted like they were. Why would he create this curse? Why would he do this to us? To me? Why would he turn Daniel into the white wolf and trap him that way? That’s not what I wanted. It’s not what I asked for.”