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Chapter 144: Don’t Believe In The Moon Goddess

Chapter 144: Don’t Believe In The Moon Goddess

Meanwhile, the council was not on the same boat as the pack members. This man just claimed he was from the Dark Snow Pack – none from the Black Moon Pack has ever seen the members of the Dark Snow Pack. They only heard stories about their brutality, ferocity, unholy dealings, and so on, from merchants.

Seeing them for the first time in their lives, the Elders’ throat tightened with dread.

Th– this man is...he’s a bringer of bad omen!

Anywhere the Dark Snow Pack members stepped into, chaos and destruction followed...

The council members swallowed hard, their hearts gripped by trepidation. They exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with the implications of Detroit’s presence.

One of the council members, a grizzled old wolf, trying to be brave, despite his trembling fingers, took a step forward, his voice low. "You’re a long way from home, Detroit of the Dark Snow Pack. What business do you have here, really? And what makes you think you can just...buy one of our own?"

Detroit frowned slightly. Buy? That didn’t sound very nice. The humans told him that dowry was necessary for marriage - their term for mating, and a way of showing appreciation and respect for the bride and her family.

But in this case, Mirian’s family was her pack.

He had offered the dowry in good faith, expecting it to be seen as a generous and noble gesture. Detroit’s eyes locked onto the council member, piercing until the man visibly trembled under his hard stare, before shifting his gaze back to the Luna.

Detroit’s heart trembled when the Luna’s eyes suddenly turned cold. A look of panic flashed in his eyes as he quickly spoke up.

"I did not mean to offend," he said. "The humans said, in their culture, dowry is a symbol of commitment and respect. I offered it to show my sincerity and devotion to...the one I wish to marry, mate."

His explanation was for Reana, not for those annoying, old men. He didn’t like them and wished they’d disappear from his sight immediately. But Detroit had no choice but to tolerate their presence.

Alpha Snow, after beating him up in the woods, told him to learn to be a gentleman and pursue Mirian in a way that would please his Luna, not anger her.

Alpha Snow also hinted that the next time he angered his Luna again or hurt anyone around her, Detroit’s life wouldn’t be spared.

Detroit, not knowing what to do, approached Orion and his wife for help.

The Dark Snow Pack’s culture was way different from the regular werewolves’s. Detroit feared that it would not be received well by Reana and might anger her.

After listening to Orion and his wife give him lectures about the human’s culture, he felt it was better, and befitting of his woman. He also believed that it would not upset Luna Reana... but now, he didn’t know what to think after that big-mouthed old man just demonized his good gesture.

After an eternity of silence, Reana finally spoke, her voice calm and measured, "Detroit, you are bold, I’ll give you that. But tell me, what makes you think you’re worthy of...such a union?" Her words hung in the air, a challenge, a test of Detroit’s resolve. The pack held its collective breath, waiting for his response.

Detroit’s gaze never wavered from Reana’s, his eyes burning with intensity. "Perhaps, I am not worthy enough," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I am willing to prove myself. I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn the right to be with...her." His words were laced with a quiet conviction.

Reana’s sharp scrutiny could suffocate anyone, but Detroit stood firm, his shoulders squared and his heart laid bare.

Reana’s expression remained inscrutable, but something flickered in her eyes. The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation.

"You’re from the Dark Snow Pack, an unbeliever in the Moon goddess. However, Mirian is a devout follower of the Moon goddess." Reana’s words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of their differences.

The pack’s eyes were fixed on Detroit, waiting to see how he would respond to this challenge.

Detroit’s expression remained calm, and he answered in a heartbeat. "I don’t believe in the Moon goddess. She does not represent what I stand for..."

Murmurs broke out among the pack members their whispers and gasps filling the air. The council members’ faces darkened, their expressions disapproving, but they dared not speak their minds for fear of bringing the Dark Snow Pack’s wrath upon their pack.

Reana’s eyes flashed with a warning, her voice rising above the din. "Silence!"

The pack members quieted, their eyes fixed on Detroit and Reana. Tension cracked in the air, and Reana’s gaze bore into Detroit’s.

"Your lack of faith is...concerning," she said, her voice measured. "But it’s not the only consideration. Mirian’s feelings, her happiness, these are crucial." Reana’s gaze seemed to bore into Detroit’s soul, searching for something. "Tell me, Detroit, what do you know of Mirian’s heart?"

Before today, Reana didn’t like Detroit, and that was because of her prejudice against the Dark Snow Pack. But after his display of character and sincerity, Reana’s perception of Detroit seemed to have shifted.

But even so, she still had her reservations. A place ladden with monsterous unbelievers, a place far from home, that she wouldn’t know if Mirian was living fine... That was not a place she wanted Mirian or any of her pack members to be. But...

Detroit’s gaze softened slightly, a hint of warmth in his eyes as he talked about Mirian. "I don’t know her much. But I know she’s strong," he said, his voice low and gentle. "And brave. I know she has a good heart, despite the hardships she’s faced."

Reana regarded him with a more thoughtful expression, her initial wariness giving way to curiosity. "Your proposal is...unexpected," she said, her voice measured. "But I must consider what’s best for Mirian and our pack." With that, she turned, but as she walked away, she added, "Kira, send Mirian to take care of him."

Hearing that, a small smile broke out on Detroit’s lips. He rose to his feet, and bowed to her departing back. "Thank you," he said, his voice respectful. "I will wait for your final decision, Luna."

She’d rejected his proposal, but Detroit could sense a glimmer of openness in the Luna’s tone. She wasn’t dismissing his proposal outright, and that gave him hope.